2 comments/ 16899 views/ 14 favorites Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter masturbates himself while watching his sexy neighbor cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Walter stayed up to watch TV after his wife, Linda, retired to bed. His private time that he's set aside to masturbate himself, he enjoyed this time of night with everything so quiet with no interruptions. With them always going to bed together at the same time every night, staying up late is something he's recently been doing lately, especially on the weekends when he didn't have to get up for work the next day. Too wound up from working all week, and with Linda incessantly talking and constantly complaining in his ear of wanting to go somewhere and do something, he looked forward to an hour or two of quiet time before going to bed. Too tired to go out to eat, to take her to a movie, to go dancing, and/or even to have sex, once home from work, he just wanted to relax. Once home from work, he just wanted to have a beer, masturbate himself, and go to bed. Besides, his excuse for going to bed later, he couldn't fall asleep right away anyway, especially with Linda snoring and her hogging most of the bed. What's more frustrating about her snoring is her denying that she snores. If he had a tape recorder, he'd record her snoring. With him not having one of those special IPhones, his cheap cell phone only made and received calls. With her taking up most of the bed, she only gave him about twelve inches of bed space. As if he was a prisoner in jail or a homeless man sleeping in a shelter on a narrow cot, with his arms and legs tucked in as if he was put to rest sideways in a coffin, he had to sleep on his right side while Linda slept on her back like a starfish. Sometimes wishing he never married and lived alone, he wished they had a king sized bed instead of a queen sized bed. He envied his friend Ralph who was a happy, confirmed bachelor. Sometimes, especially after having had a couple of beers, he'd fall asleep in his reclining chair while watching television. Only the real reasons why he stayed up past his normal bedtime was because of the late, sexy show that Tiffany, his next door neighbor, an ex-stripper, sometimes gave him. If only he had known she was giving free, sexy shows of her hot, black body, he would have stayed up late months ago. On the flipside, if only she knew he was watching her, lusting over her, and masturbating over her shapely body, she'd be so angry and he'd be so embarrassed and ashamed. He'd feel like such a sleazy pervert if she knew he jerks off over her while watching her and while wanting to have sex with her. How could he disrespect her and disrespect his best friend by lusting over his sexy wife? Only, not all of his fault, in the way that Bill was when he met Tiffany, Walter is just a horny, sexually frustrated, middle-aged man longing to recapture his youth by living vicariously in watching Bill living out his sexual fantasy with Tiffany. Now he knows why so many older, well-to-do men hookup with younger women. Now he knows why his friend divorced his wife to marry a woman nearly half his age. When Bill's wife Connie found out that he was fooling around with Tiffany, a black woman nearly young enough to be his daughter, she was so angry. With Connie nearly twenty years older than Tiffany, there was no way she could compete with a younger woman, especially a younger woman who had the body of a stripper. With Bill having a penchant for strip clubs, Bill's taste in woman had changed from white meat to dark meat. He used to brag about this beautiful, Nubian princess he met at the strip club but Walter never realized that Bill was serious enough about her to leave his wife and kids to marry her. Now Walter knows firsthand what Bill saw in Tiffany to divorce his wife, abandon his children, and marry Tiffany. Feeling the same sexually excited way that Bill must have felt the first time he saw Tiffany's naked body wrapped around a pole, she's the type of woman that every man wants but few men can have. In the way she parades around her kitchen in her sexy nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe, no doubt she doesn't know that he's watching her. With all of his lights out, including the TV, she probably thinks he's in bed sleeping. Then again, with her being an ex-stripper and with so very man having watched her strip off her clothes, maybe she knows he's watching her. After having shown so very many men her naked body, no big deal to her, maybe she doesn't care who sees her in her sexy nightgown. Then again, with her not closing her kitchen curtain, maybe the real reason why she doesn't wear a bathrobe over her sexy nightgown is because she knows or she's hoping that he's there watching her. Wouldn't that be something if she's a willing player in his game of exhibitionism and voyeurism? A sexy secret they both share, wouldn't it be exciting if they shared the same sexual peccadillo, her having the need to expose herself and him having the need to ogle her while masturbating himself. Now he wondered, maybe he's not as invisible in the darkened shadows of his living room as he thinks he is. Maybe she's seen him light his cigarette in the dark. Maybe the head of his cigarette is a lit taillight that signals the braking stop to his sexual life with his wife. Perhaps the head of his cigarette is as clearly visible to her as the impressions her big, black nipples make in her nightgown are visible to him. If only she knew how much he can see of her or imagine he sees of her, he wondered if she'd be embarrassed. If anything, with him supposedly their friend, feeling violated that he was spying on her, she'd probably be grossed out and offended. He wondered if she knew that he was watching her, if she'd stop parading around her kitchen in her sexy nightgown without a robe. At the very least, he wondered if she knew that he was watching her, if she'd pull the kitchen curtain closed to deny him his sexy view. If she's a willing player in their game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and in the way he masturbates over what he sees of her body, he wondered if she masturbates over the thoughts of him seeing her body. Maybe after she's stripped naked for so very many men, she enjoys giving him a free show of her nearly naked, bodacious body. Maybe she enjoys sexually teasing him and seductively flashing him in the way she sexually teased and seductively flashed so many of her customers. Maybe she's the slut he imagines she is for to be a stripper and for her to ruin a marriage by marrying his much older friend. Only, not putting the blame on her for breaking up Bill's marriage, if anything, he was jealous that his friend had a woman who looked like her. Maybe in the way that he's a voyeur, unlike his sometimes prude of a wife Linda, Tiffany is an exhibitionist. No doubt about it, for her to be a stripper, she has to be an exhibitionist. For sure, in the way that Tiffany shows her body to men, Linda would never show her body to men. Maybe in the way that he's sexually frustrated with Linda after being married to her for nearly twenty years, Tiffany's sexually frustrated with Bill after being married to him for nearly seven years. Perhaps in the way that dreaded seven year itch reared its ugly head every year now in Walter's marriage, that seven year itch is proving difficult in Tiffany's marriage too. Enjoying the titillating thought that some of what he thought may be true, deep down he knew that none of what he thought was true. She was obviously done with all of that and done stripping for men sticking dollar bills in her sexy G-string while copping a feel of her round, firm, black ass. Yet, why would someone who looks like her have the need to flash her nearly naked body to anyone but her husband? Why would someone who looks like her masturbate over someone who looks like him? Why would someone who looks like her give him a free show when she spent her stripping career charging men to ogle her fabulous body? As if she was just as unattainable as she was when performing on stage, he was pathetic watching her while thinking that he had a chance with her. He was pathetic lusting over his best friend's wife, a woman he could never have. There's just no way that he'd ever have a chance of seeing Tiffany naked. There's just no way that he'd ever have a chance of having sex with Tiffany. Having to suffice himself with the crumbs of lusting over her from afar while masturbating himself, he was glad for the free show. * * * * * Alas, Linda wasn't always like this, so morally modest and sexually shy. In the way that he was no longer interested in having sex with her, even though she complains that they didn't have sex anymore, truth be told, she's no longer interested in having sex with him either. Perhaps as a remedy to improve their marriage sexually, he'd love for her to entertain the thought of having sex with other men. A sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to convince her to try the swinging lifestyle. He'd love to watch her having sex with another man while he had sex with another woman. Only, what she may willingly do while tied to the bed and blindfolded, he knew her well enough to know that she'd never willingly do in an open marriage setting. There's just no way she'd become a swinger. If he had to put a date to when she changed from being his sexy slut was when she started going to church every Sunday. Her turning away from Satan to believe in God ruined her for hot, passionate sex. Her praying on her knees was the end of her doing other sexy and dirty, nasty things while on her knees. He hated that God came between him having a Devil of a good sexual time with his wife. Before they were married, when they were first dating, another lifetime ago, they used to have hot, sexy fun in his car, at the movies, on the beach, and in her bedroom whenever her parents weren't home. She be willing to do any sexy, sexual thing. She'd even allow him to flash her body to unsuspecting men. Now after being married to her for nearly twenty years, with the sexual lust he once had for her gone, the words of Peggy Lee rang through his head in such a sad refrain. "Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing. Let's break out the booze and have a ball, if that's all there is." Then, the voice of Connie Francis singing "Who's Sorry Now," filled his head with sadness. Sorry that Linda had changed, he was sorry that he didn't stay single. He was sorry that he hadn't married someone else, his old love lost, and the one who got away. He was sorry that he wasn't married to someone like Tiffany. * * * * * Now, every time he sees Tiffany his heart races and his step quickens in the way it once did whenever he saw Linda. In the way that Linda used to be, Tiffany is so beautiful. In the way that Linda never was, Tiffany is so stacked. In the way that he wished Linda was, Tiffany is so sexy. A nightly occurrence now, he'd sit there in the dark with his lube and with his tissue and masturbate himself while watching her clean her kitchen. Something as innocuous as cleaning her kitchen, he never thought he'd be masturbating over someone cleaning their kitchen. Surely, something he's never been sexually aroused to do, he's never masturbated while watching Linda clean the kitchen. Yet, anything that Tiffany did, in the suggestive way that she did it, even sweeping the kitchen floor was sexually arousing, especially when she was wearing her short, low cut nightgown. "God, I just want to bite her nipples," he said for no one to him. Only, she just wasn't anyone cleaning her kitchen. She was his beautiful, sexy, next door neighbor cleaning her kitchen. Perfectly fine with him that she does, seemingly, she prefers doing her housework in the evening when her husband isn't home. Only, he wished she enjoyed cleaning her house in the nude. How hot would that be? He'd love to watch her cleaning her kitchen naked...naked, naked, naked. If she cleaned her kitchen naked, he'd buy a video camera and he'd be recording her cleaning naked so that he could watch her over and again while masturbating himself. Nonetheless, whether cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown, cleaning her kitchen naked, or standing still while fully dressed, she didn't have to do anything for him to be sexually excited over her. She didn't have to do anything for him to want to masturbate himself with the sexy thoughts of imagining what she looks like naked and what it would feel like to have sex with her. No matter what she did or didn't do, it was just the beautiful and sexy way that she looked that drove him mad with sexual desire for her. He only wished he had a chance to see her when she was onstage naked and making love to a pole. As if she was a celebrity instead of his next door neighbor, he'd have a better chance of bedding a celebrity than he would have in bedding her. Perhaps part of the reason why he sexually wanted her so very much was because she was unattainable. Perhaps part of the reason why he sexually wanted her so very much was because she was his best friend's wife. Perhaps with him having broken bread and eaten at the same table as Bill and Tiffany, he felt that he could share their bed too. A stretch of the appropriateness of their friendship, he read that the Eskimos and American Indians offered their squaws to their overnight guests. Wouldn't it be wonderful if he could have sex with Tiffany while Bill had sex with Linda? Yet, why would Tiffany want to have sex with him, when she had Bill and why would Bill want to have sex with Linda when he had Tiffany? * * * * * Unable to get enough of looking at her, ogling her, and staring at her, he just liked watching her cleaning the kitchen in her nearly see through nightgown. When he didn't see her cleaning the kitchen in her sexy nightgown, as if he was addicted to a drug and on forced withdrawal, he was in a foul mood. Vice versa, whenever he watched her cleaning her kitchen while wearing her sexy nightgown, the image of her put him in a good mood until he needed another fix of Tiffany the next night. Whenever she appeared in the kitchen wearing her short, sheer, sexy nightgown, he couldn't help himself from pulling out his cock and stroking himself to an erection. If only she knew he masturbated over her, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered what she'd do. He'd love for her to watch him masturbate himself. If only he was a fly on her bedroom wall, he'd love to watch her masturbate herself. He was tempted to turn on a living room light with the hopes that Tiffany would stop cleaning her kitchen to watch him stroke himself and cum. Only, not wanting to ruin the nightly show, she may be horrified that he was masturbating, possibly over her, while she cleaned her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Moreover, a fate equal to death, what if she told Bill that he was masturbating himself while watching her. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love nothing better than for her to strip off her nightgown and clean the kitchen naked. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love nothing better than for her to strip off her nightgown and masturbate with him. He'd like nothing better than to invite him over so that they could masturbate together. Only, he'd be humiliated if he offended his best friend's wife by allowing her to see him masturbating and watch him cumming. While stroking himself faster, he imagining himself there in her kitchen with her. While stroking himself faster, he imagined kissing her and feeling her breasts and her ass through her nightgown in the way that Bill must kiss her while feeling her through her nightgown. While stroking himself faster, he imagined reaching beneath her nightgown to finger her wet, black pussy before reaching behind her to feel her shapely, black ass. While stroking himself faster, he imagined her enjoying being touched and felt by him as much as he enjoyed touching and feeling her. While stroking himself harder, he imagined her feeling his growing erection through his pajama bottom while kissing him. While stroking himself harder, he imagined kissing her, French kissing her, while feeling her big tits and fingering her black nipples. Then, as soon as he imagined her falling to her knees to pull his pajama bottom down to suck him, he was ready to cum. As soon as he imagined her blowing him and as soon as he imagined cumming in her beautiful mouth, he ejaculated his lust for her in a tissue. 'May I suck your cock Walter?' Playing them over and again in his head, he imagined her saying those six, magical words while looking up at him with her big, brown eyes while he felt and fondled her big tits and fingered, pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples. With his preferred sexual fantasy never changing, always it was the same, sexy scene when masturbating himself. He imagined her cleaning the kitchen with him coming up behind her to hug her while rubbing his cock against her ass. He imagined holding her while touching and feeling her everywhere he imagined Bill touched and felt her. Then, spinning her around to kiss her, French kiss her, he imagined lifting the back of her nightgown to feel and squeeze her naked, shapely ass while she felt his cock through his pajama. 'May I suck your cock Walter?" * * * * * If only he was married to Tiffany instead of to Linda, he'd be such a happy man instead of being such a miserable man. If only he was married to Tiffany, he'd want to go everywhere and do everything with her. If only he was married to Tiffany, he'd have sex with her night and day. If only he was married to Tiffany, he'd never look at or masturbate over another woman for the rest of his sad, sexually frustrating life. Only, with her such forbidden fruit, she was his best friend's wife. Bill, a Boston cop, who worked the graveyard shift, not comfortable leaving her alone and wanting to keep her safe, asked him to keep an eye on her. How could he ruin the friendship and trust that his friend gave him by spying on his sexy wife. Actually, in his defense, Bill did tell him to keep an eye on her and it's not his fault that she's wearing her sexy nightgown when he's keeping two bulging eyes on her. Nonetheless the friendship that his best friend gave him, he'd love to see Tiffany naked. Nonetheless the trust that his best friend placed in him, he'd love to have sex with Tiffany. If he couldn't have sex with Bill's wife, at the very least, he'd love to see Tiffany naked. With him having never cheated on his wife, even though Linda has had sex with other men, three of his friends that he arranged for her to screw while tied to the bed and blindfolded, he's never had sex with any other woman but Linda. He's never wanted to see any other woman naked but for Tiffany. He's never wanted to have sex with any other woman but for Tiffany. For sure, an understatement, Bill wouldn't be happy if he knew that he sexually lusted and masturbated over his gorgeous wife. Only, in the sexy way Bill's wife looked, unless they were gay men, how could he not know that every man, friend or foe, lusted over Tiffany? In the way that he enjoyed seeing her naked when she was stripping, how could he not know, especially once they knew she was a stripper that all men wanted to see his wife naked? In the way that he couldn't wait to have sex with her, how could he not know that all men wanted to have sex with his wife? The epitome of sex, she was the definition of the word. When looking sex up in the dictionary, 'Tiffany' was the only meaning. With her being an ex-stripper that so many men lusted over as she stripped off her clothes, how could he not know that she was such a minx? If he owned a tavern in the 18th century, despite the fact that she was a black woman, a beautiful, black woman, he'd hire Tiffany as his personal wench. As part of her job duties, he'd take her to bed every night for hot sex. If he was married to Tiffany, he'd never have to masturbate ever again. Glad that he lived across from her and ruing the day when they bought a house and moved, he was content to watch her from afar. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 01 If he had to pick someone she looked like today, with her having that same sexy, dangerous smile, he'd say that she looked a little like Tyra Banks. Yet more than just a beautiful face, she had the sexy, shapely body of Halley Berry when she played in Swordfish. With her exuding sex and with her having the same mouth, the same lips, and that same sexy look, she reminded him of a much taller version of Kerry Washington of Scandal. If he had to pick a sexy, black, shapely siren from the 70's, he'd say that she reminded him of Pam Grier when she played opposite Jim Brown in Gangstas. Relegated to masturbating himself, he was glad he had Tiffany to lust over while masturbating instead of watching a one-dimensional porn video. Now while watching Tiffany clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown, it never took him very long to cum. Now while watching Tiffany, he enjoyed imagining all kinds of sexual fantasies while stroking his cock. Then, taking the image of her to bed with him, he imagined her naked. He imagined her giving him hot sex. To be continued... Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 02 Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter masturbates himself while watching his shapely neighbor cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Bill worked long hours as a desk sergeant and wasn't always home to care for such a beautiful woman. As far as Walter was concerned, if Tiffany was his wife, he'd never leave her side but realistically, he'd have to leave her to go to work. Yet, all day in work, he'd be thinking of her. If she was his wife, rushing home to her, he couldn't wait to be with her again. She was that beautiful. She was that sexy. Whenever Walter knew she was home alone, once he heard Linda retire to bed, he'd turn off the TV and sit in the darkened living room while sipping his beer and having one, last cigarette. As if he was a man on death row dreading to walk up to the gallows to the executioner, he felt the same way about walking upstairs to his bedroom to sleep with Linda. Knowing that she's awake and indecency exposed, he'd much rather walk next door and ask Tiffany if he could sleep with her. Their little, sexy secret, he'd much rather ask Tiffany if she'd masturbate him while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. Only with Bill her husband, violating his friendship and his trust, he'd never dare do that. Patiently, he'd wait for Tiffany to turn on the kitchen light and make her nightly appearance before unzipping himself and removing his flaccid cock from his pants. Something he looked forward to doing every day or whenever she was up cleaning her kitchen late at night, he'd masturbate himself while watching her. While pretending they were husband and wife instead of next door neighbors, and he was there with her in her kitchen, he imagined talking to her while he fingered the head of his cock. Usually around the same time, 10 pm or shortly thereafter, while Linda was in the upstairs bathroom getting ready for bed or already in bed snoring, Tiffany was in her kitchen ready to entertain Walter by giving him a sexy show of her hot, beautiful, black body. If only she'd clean her kitchen naked, he'd be such a happy man while masturbating himself. If only Bill would install a pole in the kitchen, he'd be even happier while watching her making love to her pole as he masturbated himself. He'd love nothing better than to watch Tiffany erotically and exotically dance around a pole while stripping off her clothes and while he masturbated himself. With him watching his own nightly, personal striptease show, how hot is that? Only with that part of her life over, once she married Bill, he knew that Tiffany would never be dancing naked around a pole ever again. With him sometimes imagining more than he ever saw of her, he'd watch her flitting around the kitchen in her sexy nightgown while hoping to see all that he shouldn't see of his best friend's wife. Always he wondered if she was wearing panties beneath her nightgown while assuming that she wasn't. He loved watching her don her pink, rubber gloves to do the dishes. While stroking his cock faster, it was then that he imagined her giving him a hand job while she wore those pink, rubber gloves. Of course he'd love to feel her naked hand on his cock but, as if she was his private nurse, there was something so sexy and perversely perverted about her giving him a hand job while wearing those pink, rubber gloves. "Stroke my cock Tiffany but first put on your pink, rubber gloves," he imagined saying to her. He imagined her giving him her best sexy look while she covered her hands with pink rubber. "After I give you a hand job while wearing my pink, rubber gloves Walter," he imagined her saying. "May I suck your cock too?" With her being such a sexy woman, he envied how she could drive men mad by just making an appearance, even when fully dressed. Different with women than it is for men, unless they're a CFNM stripper and the women are drunk, men don't usually sexually excite women in the way that women almost always sexually excite men. As strange as it may sound, sometimes he wished he had been born a woman. With him a secret, closet cross dresser, he'd love to wear a sexy nightgown that would drive some man wild with desire for him. If he was married to Tiffany, with some of the sexy outfits that she has, he'd be wearing some of her clothes. Yet with him having only cross dressed in private, he'd never go out in public dressed as a woman. Even though he'd like to go out in public dressed as a woman one day, just to see if he could pass as a woman, he was too afraid to even try. He's even thought about driving to another town where no one knows him, but he didn't have the courage to even do that. The furthest he's ever gotten venturing out in public dressed as a woman is driving around in his car while dressed as a woman. He could only imagined how mortified and humiliated he'd feel if someone from work recognized him dressed as a woman. "Walter? Is that you? A little bit late for Halloween, is it?" He imagined a co-worker laughing at him after recognizing him. "What are you going to a masquerade ball? Say, you're not one of those closet cross dressers, are you? C'mon Walter. Be honest. You can tell me. Are you in drag?" He could only imagine what his friend Bill would think of him if seeing him in drag. He could only imagine what his sexy siren of a next door neighbor, Tiffany, would think of him if ever catching him wearing a dress, a girdle, a pushup bra, a wig, high heels, and makeup. Only, with her being a stripper, he's sure that she's seen a lot worse than a man dressed as a woman. Who knows? Seeing him dressed in drag may even sexually arouse her. As soon as he thought it, he seriously doubted that Tiffany would be sexually aroused by seeing him dressed as a woman in the way that he'd be sexually aroused seeing Tiffany dressed as anything, even as a man. Having never shared his cross dressing secret with his wife, he wondered if she suspects that he's a cross dresser. Figuring that she knows that he enjoys wearing women's clothes, she's never confronted him by publically exposing his cross dressing secret. In the way she never speaks about having sex with his friends, she never mentions his cross dressing either. A secret sexual code they have even though he suspects she knows he's a cross dresser, he suspects that she knows about him arranging his friends to have sex with her when tying her to the bed and blindfolding her. Seriously, with her not stupid or a drunk, just as how could she not know that he's a cross dresser, how could she not know that she's been having sex with three of his friends? In the way that he watched her nearly every night while masturbating himself, he imagined some man watching him while masturbating when he was dressed in drag. Only, he wasn't gay. He'd never have sex with a man. He just enjoyed dressing as a woman. He was just sensitive to the roles and to the games that men and women like to play. His need to cross dress dated back to when he was 18-years-old. Dressing in their clothes when they weren't home was something he tried when he lived with his mother and sister. Now thirty years later, he has his own clothes hidden away in boxes in the back of his closet. When Linda's not home, especially when she's away for a few days visiting her mother and/or her sister, if the mood strikes him, he'll spend the day dressed as a woman while masturbating himself. It's then and only then, while dressed as a woman that he wishes he had been born a woman. Even though he's not the type to take female hormone supplements, to have breast implants, and/or to have a sex change operation, not even willing to shave his legs, he just enjoys how sexy he feels when wearing women's clothes. He wondered how many other men enjoy dressing as a woman. He wondered if there are private clubs that he could attend while dressed as a woman. He'd like to talk to other men who shared his need to cross dress. * * * * * With her not very coordinated and thinking that she'd know better by now or maybe it was because of the loose fitting, slippery, rubber gloves, when she used the gooseneck pull out faucet with the spray head, she'd always drop it in the sink. When she wasn't dropping the sprayer in the sink, she was accidentally pointed it at herself. The same sexy show every night, as if she was Buster Keaton, Stan Laurel, or one of the Three Stooges, as if the sink had a water gun pointed at her tits, the water would splash up on her. As if giving herself a wet tee shirt or in her case, a wet nightgown, the front of her nightgown was always soaked with water. If he was there with her now, he'd suck the water from her nightgown. "There. How's that? I sucked the water from your nightgown," he imagined saying. "That's not all you sucked Walter. Please remove my nightgown clad nipple from your mouth." Perhaps so that he could see more of her breasts, he liked imagining that she wetted her nightgown deliberately. With her black skin peeking through the pastel colors of her nightgown, he always imagined that he was seeing more of her than he was seeing while hoping to see even more of her as he masturbated himself. With her standing in front of the kitchen window, he always imagined her stripping off her nightgown to replace it with a dry one. A job he'd love to do, instead he was relegated to watching her dabbing her wet nightgown with a dry dishtowel while he stroked his cock. In the way she never looked his way, as if an actress never looking at the camera, maybe she doesn't have a clue that he's watching her. With her an ex-stripper and privy to the unrelenting sexual lust of men, obviously she knew or suspected that he was watching her. Perhaps as if she was wearing a wet tee shirt instead of a wet nightgown, she sexually teased him while flashing him her water soaked breasts. He liked thinking that she knew he was there in the dark with his stiff prick in his hand and slowly stroking himself while watching her. As much as he'd love to see her naked, he'd love for her to see him naked too. As much as he'd love to touch and feel her naked body, he'd love for her to touch and feel his naked body too. Maybe nothing more than a sexy game with her, perhaps she purposely soaked her tits as her way of sexually teasing him. He liked to think that she purposely wetted herself in the way he'd love to get her all wet by kissing her, touching her, feeling her, fingering her, and licking her before making love to her and before fucking her. Maybe she was as turned on that he watched her as much as he was turned on when watching her. Maybe with her being an ex-stripper, she liked being watched. Maybe in the way that he's a voyeur, she's an exhibitionist. Imagining touching her and feeling her while kissing her, he'd love nothing more than to dab her nightgown clad breasts with her dishtowel. "Give me the dishtowel Tiffany, please," he imagined saying to her. "May I? Allow me do that for you." While feeling all that he could of her big breasts with his horny hands, he imagined dabbing her big tits with the dry dishtowel. When he used his binoculars while she stood by the kitchen window washing those things not dishwasher safe, and after she wetted the front of her nightgown with water, he could see the whole, shapely outline of her breasts. Because her skin was so dark and her nightgowns were so light, he could see the big, dark impressions her nipples made through all of her nightgowns. Whenever he saw the impressions her black nipples made through the sheer material of her nightgown, involuntarily, his lips moved in the motion of a baby hungry for breast milk. Having never been with a black woman, having never been with any woman other than his wife, with him finding her so erotically exotic, he'd give anything to finger her big nipples before sucking her big nipples. After seeing her breasts last year when she lost her bikini top at the waterpark, so full and so shapely, she has beautiful, natural breasts. She has breasts as big and as naturally beautiful as Tyra Banks' big, naturally breasts or Halle Berry's big, naturally breasts. He'd love nothing more than to see her big tits again while masturbating himself. In the way that Susan Sarandon as Sally washed her naked breasts with lemons to remove the smell of fish after working in a fish market all day in the movie, Atlantic City, he wished Tiffany would walk around her kitchen topless and/or naked. In the way that Burt Lancaster, as Lou, Sally's next door neighbor, watched Sally washing her tits every night, he'd love to watch Tiffany washing her tits every night. Even better, he'd love to volunteer to wash her naked breasts with his naked hands instead of with her dabbing at her breasts through her wet nightgown with a dry dishtowel while she wore her pink, rubber gloves. "Allow me to wash your tits Tiffany. Oh, my. Your breasts are so very dirty. How did your tits get so dirty? I'm going to have to lift them up to washed underneath them. I'm going to have to hold them in my hand while really scrubbing them to get them clean. It may be better if I just lick them clean while paying special attention to your nipples," he imagined saying to her while stroking himself faster with the thought of licking her tits. * * * * * A sexual fantasy of his, he'd love to see her standing at the kitchen sink while wearing nothing but her pink, rubber gloves. He wondered if Bill ever asked her to wear those pink, rubber gloves to bed. In the way he'd love her to give him a hand job while wearing her pink, rubber gloves, he wondered if Bill ever asked Tiffany to give him a hand job while wearing her pink rubber gloves. He could only imagined what it must feel like for Tiffany to wrap her rubber gloved hand around his hard cock while she stroked him to a bigger erection. 'Oh, my God, Tiffany,' he imagined saying to her while she masturbated him. 'I love how it feels when you masturbate me while wearing your pink, rubber gloves.' Just once, if he was in bed with Tiffany, he'd ask her to wear her pink, rubber gloves to bed. Even though Linda has blue, rubber gloves for when she runs the hot water to scrub the pans, watching Linda wearing her blue, rubber gloves is not nearly the same as watching Tiffany wearing her pink, rubber gloves. Watching Linda wearing her blue, rubber gloves never makes him want her to masturbate him while she wears her blue, rubber gloves. Then, again, watching Linda clean the kitchen never inspires him to pull out his cock and stroke himself in the way it happens every time when Tiffany cleans her kitchen. He always has the urge to masturbate himself while watching Tiffany clean her kitchen while wearing her sexy nightgown and while wearing her pink, rubber gloves. The last time he had such a sexual attraction to a woman wearing gloves was when he used to watch the reruns of The Donna Reed Show and the Leave to Beaver Shows with Barbara Billingsley playing June Cleaver as the Beaver's mother. A masturbation machine back then, thirty years ago, while masturbating himself, he imagined Donna Reed and Barbara Billingsley giving him a hand job while wearing their white gloves. Back then, women never left the house without their white gloves. Back then, he'd be willing to bet that a lot of women gave their men white glove hand jobs in the backseat of a car. He used to imagine June Cleaver giving Ward Cleaver a white glove hand job. In the way that Angie Dickinson wore white gloves as Kate Miller in Dressed to Kill, he imagined Tiffany wearing white gloves while giving him a full bodied, naked massage. In the way that Bryan Brown as Fitch gave Mimi Rogers as Nina a full bodied, naked massage in the movie Full Body Massage, he imagined Tiffany giving him a full bodied, naked massage but one with a happy ending. He'd love nothing more than to have Tiffany allow him to strip her naked so that he could massage her beautiful, black body. Then, returning the favor, with her stripping him naked, he'd love for her to give him a full bodied, naked massage too. Massaging him while masturbating him, he imagined her handling his cock in her soft, black hand. He imagined her fondling the head of his prick while staring at his emerging erection. He imagined her slowly stroking him to a harder erection. Then, briefly stopping her masturbation of him to coat her big, full lips with bright, red lipstick, he imagined her putting on her pink, rubber glove to finish masturbating him. Stroking him faster and stroking him harder while wearing her pink, rubber gloves and bright, red lipstick, once he was hard enough, he imagined her taking him in her mouth. Coating his cock with her lipstick all over his dipstick, he imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face. Then, sucking him to an even stiffer erection, once he was hard enough, he imagined her mounting him, making love to him, and fucking him. * * * * * When she swept the floor, in the way that the kitchen light illuminated her sheer nightgown as if it was a stage spotlight, he could see the outline of her beautiful, black, naked body through her nightgown. When not facing him and she leaned at the waist to pick up the dirt with her dustpan, he enjoyed the up nightgown view of the tops of her shapely thighs and the bottom of her sexy ass cheeks. He always stroked himself faster whenever she was showing him more of her sexy body. "Just a little higher. Just a little bit more," he said wishing his hand was her hand masturbating him while wishing he was laying on her kitchen floor behind her so that he could stare under her nightgown at her black ass and pussy. Then, while stroking himself faster and harder and while wishing her nightgown was shorter and she was leaning further forward, he enjoyed the view she gave him of her sexy body. When facing him and when leaning at the waist to pick up the dirt with her dustpan, while watching her breasts dance in her nightgown top, he enjoyed the down nightgown view of the tops of her meaty breasts and her cleavage that she unknowingly gave him. When she squatted down to pick up things she missed, unable to tell if she was wearing panties or not, he imagined seeing her black pussy. With him never quite seeing enough of her and always wanting to see more of her, his voyeurism of her made him crazy to constantly and continually masturbate over her. "I really want you Tiffany. I wish I could make out with you. I wish I could make love to you. I really want to fuck you," he imagined saying to her. He imagined her giving him a sexy smile that she only gave to her best customers. "May I suck your cock Walter?" He always imagined her asking him the same question. Then, when she opened the refrigerator door with the kitchen light off, he could clearly see her beautiful body through her nightgown as if she was naked. He only wished their bedroom was on this side of the house. With her shades not fully drawn, he'd love to watch her undressing at night and dressing in the morning. As if he was a hunter setup in a blind positioned in a tree, he'd love to watch her remove her bra in the way that John Belushi did when standing on a ladder as John Blutarski in Animal House while watching Martha Smith as Babs Jansen remove her bra. "Oh, my God," he said to himself while stroking his cock. "I'd love to see her tits." Wanting to return the favor, he so wanted to parade around his living room naked with all of the lights on while deliberately giving her a show of his naked body in the way he imagined she's been giving him a deliberate show of her nearly naked body. He so wanted to flash her his cock in the way she was flashing him her nearly naked ass, tits, and pussy through her sexy nightgowns. Only with him deliberately flashing her his cock, what if she was inadvertently flashing him her body through her nightgown? Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 02 With his exhibitionism deliberate, what if her exhibitionism was accidental? Afraid she'd tell Bill that he's been flashing her his cock, he didn't want to ruin their friendship. Just as he feared that Bill may put a gun to his head and pull the trigger, he didn't want to ruin his nightly voyeurism of her. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 03 Please give me the support of your vote. * Seductively teasing him by flashing him, Tiffany, the young, hot, sexy wife of Walter's best friend, Bill, whether accidentally and/or deliberately, shows him bits and pieces of her hot body that he's never seen before. Just home from work, wanting to go out for a beer with Bill, Walter rang his best friend's doorbell. Normally not the kind of guy who goes out for a beer after work, but after having such a horrible week at work, he needed a drink. After the week he had, he wasn't ready to go home to face his wife, Linda, berating him. With every Friday night the same thing, he couldn't handle any more stress than he was already feeling. Always pressuring him, she wants to go somewhere and do something when he just wants to flop in his chair, have a few beers, and flip channels. Besides, going to Bill's house, especially after watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown last night and all of the other nights while he masturbated himself, gave him the chance to ogle Bill's young, hot wife, Tiffany up close. Only, something that was nearly impossible for him to do, he needed to ogle her without her knowing that he was ogling her. A difficult thing to do with a woman who looks like her, no doubt, she's accustomed to being ogled and undressed with men's eyes. Instead of staring at her with his mouth gaping open, he needed to remember to make eye contact with her big, brown, beautiful eyes and not stare at her tits in the way he usually does. Preoccupied with Bill's sexy wife, he's been thinking a lot about Tiffany lately. Accustomed to middle-aged women who look much the same as his wife does, Tiffany was a cool breeze on a warm, stuffy day. Where Linda was older, set in her ways, and boring, Tiffany was young, vibrant, and fun. Injecting him with a renewed dose of youth that made him feel young again, he enjoyed being around her. He wished he could be with her every day. Conversely, wishing he could run away from home and away from Linda, as soon as he opened his back door and saw his wife standing in the kitchen just waiting for him to come home so that she could complain, he felt old. He felt tired. He felt beaten down. He felt trapped. He felt miserably unhappy. With him so envying Bill's seemingly carefree life and Bill's beautiful wife, he wished he had the life that Bill had with Tiffany. Only Bill was a Boston cop and, too tough of a job to do, he wouldn't do that job if they paid him double what Bill was earning. Despite his chosen career, with her always so happy to see him, hugging him and kissing him, he couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to come home to someone who not only looks like her but also acts like her. 'He's such a lucky bastard,' thought Walter every time he envied Bill with Tiffany. * * * * * Always going to the back door instead of the front door when calling on Bill, he rang the backdoor doorbell. As soon as he rang the doorbell, Tiffany's shapely form appeared in the distance. As if watching her in a dream, he saw her through the backdoor glass window. Seeing her as if watching a sexual fantasy unfolding, he couldn't believe his eyes. Wishing she was closer, as if her bathrobe was his horny hands, he watched her robe slide down over her shoulders and across her breasts before she tied it. 'What the Hell was that? Oh my God,' he said to himself. 'Are you kidding me? I don't believe what just happened. I don't believe she was just naked. I can't believe I just missed seeing her without her clothes. How could I have missed that?' For a split second, as she walked to him putting on her bathrobe, she was naked. Naked, for a brief moment in time, he just saw Tiffany naked. With it happening so fast, not believing his eyes, he wondered if he had imagined it. He couldn't believe she was just naked. With it all happening so fast and with him not expecting to see her without her clothes, not paying attention to what he was seeing, he wished he could hit the replay button. Wishing he was watching a recorded video of her naked body, he wished he could slow down the action and pause it at the exact spot where she was naked and putting on her robe. 'Oh my God, I can't believe I saw Tiffany naked,' he thought to himself. 'I only wish I had been more ready for her surprise, nude appearance.' Catching him by surprise, he stood there shocked that he had just seen Tiffany naked. Yet not really seeing her naked, daydreaming of going out with Bill for a drink, seeing her without her clothes didn't immediately register. Now that she was wearing her bathrobe, she walked the long hall from the living room to the kitchen as if she was a supermodel walking a catwalk while he ogled her beautiful body. As tall as he was, she was tall about 5'9" and the perfect fit for Bill's 6'3" height. Imagining she was walking like this every night to him, he imagined her removing her bathrobe before coming to bed naked and while wearing her pink, rubber gloves. 'Wow! Holy shit! Oh, my God,' thought Walter as Tiffany walked closer to the door. 'I know what I'll be fantasizing about tonight while stroking my cock. I'll be replaying Tiffany walking down the hall while putting on her robe. I'll be thinking and masturbating over Tiffany's naked body.' With her standing behind her glass storm door as if she was a diamond encrusted jewel in a Tiffany store display case or a prostitute standing in a window of the New Orleans, red light district, his heart ached and his cock throbbed by the mere sexy sight of her. Having never seen a woman as sexy and as beautiful, he's never seen any woman wear a bathrobe in the way she was wearing her bathrobe now. As if her robe had been custom made for her beautiful body, and with her walking to him in sections, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, and ass, every one of her curves made him want her that much more. As if her body was the Stelvio Pass, a curving, treacherous highway through the Eastern Alps in Italy where dangerous curves abound, in the way there'd be an echo in the Alps, he wondered if he blew up her robe if they're be an echo in her pussy. 'Hello? Hello? Hello? I'd love to see you naked, naked, naked. I want to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,' he foolishly imagined saying. Accustomed to seeing her fully dressed in a button blouse and short skirt or in jeans and a sweatshirt, he never expected to see her nearly naked in a short, body clinging, blue, satin robe. With him wishing he was sitting across from her, he'd love for her to try and sit in this robe without flashing him her panty or pussy. With this robe much shorter than her sexy nightgown, he wished she wore this bathrobe when she cleaned the kitchen. Maybe with her wearing this robe now, she'll be wearing this robe tonight. When she bent at the waist to pick up the dirt with her dustpan, most definitely, she'd be flashing him her ass and her pussy. Then, when she leaned at the waist to pick up what she missed, one of or both of her errant breasts would no doubt spill out of her low cut robe. A sexy sight to behold, he still couldn't believe he missed seeing her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe Tiffany was just naked and he missed most of the free, sexy show. Always sexually and inappropriately thinking of her before, with him seeing so very much of her long, shapely legs and her curvaceous body, he couldn't help himself from sexually and inappropriately thinking of her now. Having always wanted her before, since the first time Bill introduce her to him and told him that he was marrying her, he wanted her so very much now that he could nearly taste her. He wondered what she tasted like. He wondered if licking her tasted any different than licking his wife. He wondered if black pussy tasted any different from white pussy. In the way that a shining ray of gold emanated when John Travolta as Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction opened Marsellus Wallace's briefcase, played by Ving Rhames, he imagined a shining ray of gold emanating from Tiffany's pussy whenever she spread her legs. Wishing and wanting to throw caution to the wind and toss all of his sensibilities out the window, with her walking towards him down her hall naked, he just wanted to rip that bathrobe off of her body and have his wicked sexual way with her. Other than celebrity women, Sofia Vergara, Scarlet Johansson, Jessica Simpson, and now Tyra Banks and Halle Berry, he never felt this way about any other woman before. Only Bill would kill him if he so much as touched her. She was his wife and he was her husband. What's wrong with him to be sexually lusting over another man's woman? What's wrong with him for wanting to have sex with his best friend's wife? What's wrong with him for even thinking about sexually cheating on Linda? Thinking that it takes two, if she didn't want to be ogled, then why would she clean her kitchen while wearing her sexy nightgown with a bathrobe and with the kitchen curtains open? Why would she walk toward him naked while putting on her bathrobe? If she didn't enjoy the sexual attention he paid her, why would she appear at her backdoor wearing such a sexy bathrobe, as sexy as one of her sexiest nightgowns? If she didn't want to be ogled, why would she work as a stripper before quitting her job to marry Bill? With her flashing her naked body to him while putting on her bathrobe as she walked the long hall from the front of the house to the back of the house, he wondered if her flash was accidental and unintentional. Perhaps, had she not worked as a stripper, he may not even have pondered the thought that her flash was deliberate. Now entertaining the thought with the possibility that she purposely flashed him, it sexually excited him that he may be living next door to an exhibitionist. Actually, how could she not be an exhibitionist? She's an ex-stripper. Nonetheless with him her friend and with her the wife of his best friend, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he didn't think that she deliberately flashed him. Nonetheless with the thought that she deliberately flashed him sexually arousing him, he wondered if she wanted to show him as much of her naked body as he wanted to see of her naked body. Now, between her cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown and walking to him naked while putting on her bathrobe, he wondered if she was an exhibitionist in the way that he was a voyeur. Moreover, with her standing before him in that skimpy little bathrobe, something that Linda would never wear in private never mind in public, she must have an entire wardrobe of sexy clothes. As much as he'd love to see Tiffany naked, he'd love to peruse her wardrobe of clothes while trying on some of them. * * * * * He wished he was married to Tiffany instead of being married to Linda. He wondered if she had a sister, an older sister being that she was so very young, barely 30-years-old. He wondered what her mother looked like and if her mother would be interested in having a sexual affair with him, a middle-aged, 48-year-old, white, disgruntled man. If her mother looked anything like Tiffany, an older version with much the same big breasted body, he'd do her mother. He imagined Tiffany introducing him to her mother. "Mom? This is Walter, Bill's friend, the married man that I told you about. He's crazy about me and being that I'm already married to Bill and you're divorced from Dad, I was wondering if you'd be interested in having a sexual affair with Walter." Just as pretty and as busty as her daughter, he imagined Tiffany's mother asking him the same question that he always imagined Tiffany asking him. "May I suck your cock Walter?" He imagined her mother giving him the same sexy smile that he imagined Tiffany giving him while wearing a similar sexy bathrobe as her daughter with nothing underneath. Then, as if watching a sexual fantasy unfold, he watched her put on a pair of pink, rubber gloves. "Yes, you may," he'd respond while unzipping himself and pulling out his prick ready to be sucked by Tiffany and/or her mother. As preposterous as it all sounded, he'd still entertain a sexual liaison with her mother, especially if her mother looked anything like her and especially if she had big tits like her daughter's big tits. Having imagined her naked so very many times while masturbating over the imagined thoughts of having sex with her nude body, he ached to know what she looked like naked. He still couldn't believe he missed her walking naked to him. Never thinking that she'd walk down the hall naked while putting on her robe, she caught him by surprise. Continuing in his sexual fantasy while giving him masturbation fodder for tonight, he imagined her mother spending the night at Tiffany's house. He imagined her mother helping her clean her kitchen while Bill worked the graveyard shift. He imagined her mother wearing a sexy nightgown without having the modesty of wearing a robe. He imagined her mother wearing pink, rubber gloves too. He imagined her mother sexually teasing him and seductively flashing him by wetting the front of her nightgown with the water spray faucet in the way that Tiffany sexually teased him and seductively flashed him. He imagined having sex not only with Tiffany but also with her sexy, MILF of a mother too. * * * * * If it wasn't for her big, brute of a husband, Bill, he'd make a pass at her. If it wasn't for big, bad Bill, definitely, at the very least, he'd put the moves on her. With her standing there looking so sexy, so beautiful, and so vulnerable, he wondered if she'd be receptive to his sexual advances. Only with her married to someone like Bill, why would she be interested in someone like him, an average Joe? Why would she risk ruining her marriage by cheating on Bill with a barely average man, an angry man, who's past his prime? Yet, if ever she made the first move, he'd make all the rest of the moves. If only she made a pass at him, he'd take the ball from her and run down the rest of the field with it for a touchdown. If only she'd make a pass at him, definitely, he'd score with her. If only she was the one to make a pass at him, with him having no remorse and no guilt for bedding his best friend's wife, he'd be in the clear. With her making a pass at him, according to Jerry Springer's rule, no way would he be at fault for having sex with his best friend's wife. With him being the horny man that he is, his excuse would be that he was weak and vulnerable and that Tiffany bewitched and beguiled him into having sex with her. Yeah, that's his story. Unable to control himself, quoting the late, great comedian, Flip Wilson, the Devil made him to it. Yet, sadly and unfortunately, with his waist the biggest part of him from drinking too much beer and not exercising, if only he was ten years younger, maybe he could have a woman like Tiffany instead of a woman like Linda. If only he had all of his hair, more of his teeth, and a cock that was stiffer, maybe he could have a woman like Tiffany instead of a woman like Linda. If only he made what Bill earns working overtime, being paid for extra detail work, and for going to court to testify against those he arrested, maybe he'd have a woman like Tiffany too. Only with him feeling so tired and unenergetic after work, it took all the strength he had left to masturbate while watching Tiffany clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown and while imagining her naked and having sex with her. Now having even more masturbation fodder, even though it happened so fast and is now already just a blur, he'll be thinking of Tiffany naked while she put on her bathrobe over her naked body. While hoping she's an older version of Tiffany, he'll be thinking of having sex with Tiffany's mother. He'll be imagining have a threesome with Tiffany and her mother. * * * * * Tiffany, the hottest wife of all of his friends, answered the backdoor while dressed in only her short, little bathrobe. If he was to guess, if only judging her by the impressions her erect nipples made in the sheer material of her robe, he'd guess she wasn't wearing anything beneath her robe. An involuntary reaction, the sight of the impressions of her big nipples made his lips move as if he was a goldfish looking for food. As if a runaway freight train streaking through his mind, the thought that she was naked beneath her little robe echoed through his mind in the way of a train going through a tunnel. 'Naked...naked...naked... She's naked. Tiffany is naked.' With that sexually erotic thought in mind, he imagined her naked. He imagined her on her back with her legs spread. He imagined bending her over the kitchen table, the dining room table, and the pool table in the cellar while having sex with her doggie style. He imagined her on her knees while looking up at him with his hard, hairy cock buried in her beautiful mouth. His head hurt and his cock ached when thinking of Tiffany naked. Wishing he had seen her putting her robe over her naked body, he tried recalling exactly what he saw. In the way her blue, satin robe hugged her beautiful body, he'd guess that she wasn't even wearing panties beneath her robe. In the way her sheer, sexy robe conformed to her shapely curves, he'd guess that she was definitely naked beneath her robe. 'Naked, naked, naked, but for this scant piece of thin, sheer material, she's naked.' With the thought in mind that she had just flashed him her naked body when putting on her bathrobe and that he missed seeing, he was so tempted to lift her bathrobe for a quick peek of her naked pussy and/or naked ass. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything to see Tiffany naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't even count the number of times he's imagined Tiffany naked while masturbating over the thoughts of seeing her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't even count the number of times he's masturbated while imagining having sex with Tiffany's naked body. He's lost count of how many times he'd masturbated while watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Now, here she was practically naked but for this skimpy, little robe and all that he can think of is her naked. Yet, even though she was nearly naked, with her married to Bill, unless a hurricane force, gale wind suddenly blew open her bathrobe, he'll never see her naked body. Praying to God, even willing to beseech the Devil for his evil help, he wished a big gust of wind would blow up and open her robe enough for him to see what he's been longing and lusting so long to see. With the wind giving him conclusive evidence, he'd love to know if he was right and she was naked beneath her robe. Wishing he was as lucky with the lottery or at the crap tables in Foxwoods, as soon as he prayed for a wind and as soon as he beseeched the Devil for his evil help, it happened. As if he was a swami charming a cobra, as if he was a magician who possessed the magic of having kinetic energy in his hands, a big wind blew up and the lifted her little robe. As if his prayers had been answered, as if he had just witnessed a miracle and his soul had just been sold to the Devil for a glimpse of Tiffany's naked body beneath her sexy robe, the wind picked up from out of nowhere. He couldn't believe his eyes while watching the skimpy material of her robe dancing in the wind in the way of a flag fluttering on a pole. "Oh, my God," she said too slow to wrestle with her robe and to protect her humility from the wind and from his horny, bulging eyes. "Where did that wind come from?" With her robe waving at him as if teasing him and taunting him, just a little higher and he'll see what he's been hoping to see. With her fruitlessly trying to prevent her robe from blowing wide open, she struggled to preserve her modesty from his horny eyes. It was a losing effort and a lost cause for her but a huge victory for him. With her facing him and with her arms folded across her breast, catching her by surprise, in one, big, sudden gush, as if the Devil was blowing his breath, in one big whoosh, the wind whipped the bottom of her robe nearly up to her waist. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 03 He saw her pussy. Giving proof that she was indeed naked beneath her robe, he saw what Bill's been seeing. He saw her black, trimmed pussy. With him wanting to finger her, lick her, and make love to her before fucking her, he saw her black, trimmed pussy. He saw her pussy. He couldn't believe he saw Tiffany's pussy. While he watched her cleaning her kitchen tonight while wearing her little nightgown, he'll be masturbating over the recollection of seeing her pussy. With him having a lifetime of masturbation material after seeing Tiffany's pussy, unless asking them to arrange for him to have sex with her, never will he ask God or the Devil for anything else for the rest of his life. Then, as if an encore and an added, unexpected bonus, when she leaned forward at the waist to capture the hem of her errant robe with her hand, seemingly God and/or the Devil took pity on him to show him even more of what he wanted and was hoping to see of her. As if nature's hands grabbed open the top of her robe and pulled it down and spread it open, the wind parted the neckline of her robe enough for him to see more of her magnificent breasts. With her big tits nearly spilling out of her robe, in that one quick flash of her big, beautiful breasts, he saw her dark brown areolas and her black nipples. He hasn't seen as much of her tits since she lost her bikini top at the waterpark last summer. Now having seen her pussy and her tits, he just needed to see her shapely ass to complete the cycle. Then, as if he had total control of her, when she turned from him to hide her exposed breasts from him, the wind blew up the back of her bathrobe to expose her naked ass to him. As if giving the invitation to fuck her, her bathrobe was a backdoor that he'd love to see remain open. Only, as soon as the back of her bathrobe blew up, she fluffed down with her hand. Show over, he saw all that he needed to see to masturbate himself tonight. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 04 Please give me the support of your vote. * With Bill not home and gone for a couple of days, Tiffany invites Walter inside for a drink. Having seen her nearly naked now, he recalled the time he saw her topless before. A sight to behold, he was so glad that he was standing there at the end of the waterslide ride with his video camera at the ready. Never expecting it to happen, he couldn't believe when it did. She lost her bikini top and right there, if only for a few seconds, her breasts were exposed. He saw her tits. Even more than that, he recorded her losing her top on video. He recorded her from the time she stood at the top of the slide and waved to the time she slid down to the bottom without her bikini bra. With Bill out of sight and out of mind, Walter was so glad that her husband was already standing in line and around the corner to go down the slide again. When Tiffany saw him standing there with the video camera, with her being the sexy minx she is, she smiled while clutching her bikini bra to her breasts. Then, as if she was back in the VIP room of the strip club, she did something totally unexpected. Giving him a sexy, albeit naughty smile, she moved her hands away from her naked breasts to flash him her tits before putting on her bikini bra. 'Wow! Now that's a set of knockers,' he said to himself. Accustomed to seeing Linda's shapeless, flabby, B cup breasts, Tiffany had real tits, womanly breasts, and the kind of boobs that would make any man want her. With her being his number one woman to ogle, the entire flash, from the time she lost her top, to the time she deliberately flashed him her tits, and to the time she donned her bikini bra only took twenty seconds. Yet with him being such a voyeur and her apparently being such an exhibitionist that was the best twenty seconds of his life until now. Moreover, able to play her flashing her tits over and again, he had recorded her coming down the slide topless and flashing him her big boobs when she was standing at the bottom of the slide. With the wind his perfect instrument and his natural accomplice of exhibitionism and voyeurism in lifting her robe to flash him her pussy, he couldn't believe it when a second gust of wind opened the top of her robe to flash him her tits. Then, thinking the show was over when she turned from him, the wind lifted the back of her robe to show him her naked ass. He'll be masturbating over all that he's seen of Tiffany for the rest of his life. She had a beautiful ass. So round and so shapely, he'd love to touch her ass, feel her ass, fondle her ass, lick her ass, and even fuck her ass. By far, this windblown flash was even better than the waterpark flash. This windblown flash was much better than watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. He only wished he had it all on video. 'Wow!' First he saw her briefly, barely, and perhaps deliberately flashing him while putting on her bathrobe over her naked body as she walked towards him. Then with the cooperation of the unruly, errant wind, he saw her pussy, her tits, and her naked ass when the wind flashed him her naked body again. Never expecting to see anything of her when just inviting Bill out for a beer, he was stunned at seeing so very much of his friend's nearly naked wife. Now with him having seen so much of her, the naked image of her made him want her that much more. He couldn't wait to masturbate tonight while watching her clean her kitchen and recalling all that he's just seen of her. Only now that he saw an appetizer of her naked body, he wanted to see more. He wanted to do more. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch and feel her in all the places that Bill touched and felt her. As if her robe was the burning bush, as long as she wasn't burned in the fire, he wished her robe would suddenly spontaneously combust into flames. Ready to act fast, he imagined ripping her robe from her naked body to save her from being burned. Her hero, he imagined her pressing her naked body against him while showering him with kisses, long, wet, French kisses. Being so grateful to him for saving her beautiful body, he imagined her giving him permission to touch and feel her where only her husband is allowed to touch and feel her. Then, as his special reward for saving her from certain death, he imagined her falling to her knees while staring up at him and rewarding him with a blowjob, the best blowjob he's ever had in his life. 'May I suck your cock Walter?' He imagined her giving him the sexy look that she gives Bill. 'Yes you may suck my cock Tiffany,' he imagined responding to her imagined question. Now that he's seen so much of her, more than he's ever seen and more than he's imagined he would ever see, as if she was standing there naked, he could more clearly imagine that she was. Later tonight, while recalling her walking down her hall and putting her bathrobe over her naked body, he'll pull out his prick. Later tonight, after replaying the role of the errant wind in his mind, he'll sexually fantasize about her naked pussy, her naked breasts, and her naked ass before going to bed. Later tonight, after dreaming about removing her robe while kissing her and feeling her, he'll dream about her naked. Later tonight, with his wife in bed sleeping and with him watching Tiffany clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown while wearing her pink, rubber gloves, he'll masturbate himself while thinking of having sex with Tiffany's naked body. He'd love to take her in his arms and kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love to make love to her before fucking her. He'd love to promise her the world, if only she'd leave Bill for him. Only Bill would kill him if he ever dared kiss, touch, and feel his wife in such a disrespectful way, and there's no way she'd have a sexual affair with him when she's married to someone like Bill. * * * * * "Hi, Tiff, how are you?" Unable to help himself from controlling his leering stare, after seeing her pussy, her tits, and her naked ass with the help of the gusty wind, he looked at her as if she was standing there naked. 'I need you. I want you. I must have you,' he imagined her saying in answer to his question. 'I'm so very lonely without you,' he imagined her telling him. 'I'm sexually unsatisfied without you sharing my bed,' he imagined her confessing. 'I'm nothing but a sexually frustrated woman without your love,' he imagined her saying what he longed to hear. 'I love you,' he imagined her finally telling him. Instead, she said what he figured she'd say. "I'm good," said Tiffany giving him a big, warm smile. "And you?" He wished she'd hug him so that he could feel her nearly naked body through the thin, satin material of her robe. He wished the wind would blow up again and lift her robe over her head as if the wind was a Japanese sexual assaulter lifting a woman's dress over her head in the street or on the crowded subway. Alas, if only his imagination was his reality, he'd be such a happy man. Seemingly, he was granted part of his wish when the tie on her robe suddenly loosened by the action of her merely struggling to open the sticking backdoor. Showing him more of her cleavage, perhaps trusting him not to ogle her, she didn't bother tightening her robe. Maybe she figured with him already seeing her tits last summer and her pussy, her tits, and her ass just a few moments ago, why bother fixing her robe now? Moreover, with her being an ex-stripper, she was used to walking around nearly naked and naked in front of men. Only with him being human and her so mesmerizing to look at, he couldn't help himself from staring at all that she was showing and at all that he was seeing. "I'm good," said Walter. Instead he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her and had to have her. With Tiffany standing two steps lower on the back stoop and with him raised on the crest of the incline in their driveway, with his eyes level with the top of her black, pretty head, she was giving him a great down bathrobe view of her spectacular breasts. Walter stared at Tiffany's cleavage while wishing his wife Linda had breasts like her breasts. Nearly forgetting why he was there, nearly forgetting he was married, and even what his wife's name was, he blurted out his question finally. "Is Bill home?" He felt uncomfortable lusting over his best friend's wife and silently berated himself for being such a despicable pig. He had to make a real effort to stare in her big brown eyes that were the color of caramel. Instead of staring at her long line of expose cleavage and the impressions her nipples made in her robe, mesmerized by her cat like eyes, he stared in her eyes. After the wind had acted as his sexual exhibitionistic partner in helping to expose more of her breasts, she was showing him a lot of cleavage, more cleavage than he's ever seen of her since she lost her bikini top at the waterpark. He loved her sexy cleavage. He loved her shapely breasts. He wondered if her mother looked anything like her. He wondered if her mother had big tits, too. Hoping big, shapely tits ran in her family, she had amazing breasts. He'd give his right arm to be the one who gave her a mammogram. Alas, they only hired women for that job. He wondered if he volunteered to do that job for free, if the hospital would hire him. Only, with his luck, the hospital probably already has a long list of perverted men offering to do that job without pay. "So, what do you do for a living?" "I give women mammogram tests," said a man to his friend. "No shit. You lucky bastard," said his friend. "How'd you get that job? I've been trying to get that job for years. The last time I applied, security escorted me out the door. Tell me, if you don't mind my asking, how much does that job pay?" "Nothing. I do it for nothing. I volunteered to squish women's between two pieces of glass," he said pausing to smile. "The benefits are twofold and when monograming a big breasted, the benefits are huge." * * * * * With her visible cleavage putting him in a dreamlike state, he imagined her donning her pink, rubber gloves to masturbate him. He could only imagine what it would feel like to fuck her big tits with his hard cock while she leaned her mouth down to suck him. Bill is such a lucky man to have such a hot wife, the hottest wife in the whole neighborhood, perhaps in the entire city. Tiffany gave Walter a sexy smile that made him wish he was in bed with her and kissing her while touching her, feeling her, and fondling her everywhere a friend should never feel the wife of another friend. Ready to break the seventh commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery, he was ready to break the tenth commandment too, Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife. Moreover, if it's what he had to do to run away with Tiffany, ready to kill Bill, he'd break the sixth commandment too, Thou shall not kill. Obviously, after having seen so very much of her naked body, he was out of control with sexual lust for her. "Sorry Walter. Bill's not home. He's gone for a couple of days visiting his sick mother," she said. Walter felt bad for his friend and for his ailing mother but he felt good for himself that he was there alone with Tiffany, if even for only a few more seconds. Maybe the wind would pick up again to show him more of her beautiful body. Only, with the naked images of Tiffany holding his thoughts hostage, he couldn't think of what else to say to keep her there long enough for the wind to pick up again. After seeing her nearly naked body, his sexual lust for her had kidnapped his brain and he couldn't think of what else to say to keep her there. "Oh," he said. So beautiful to look at, he wished he could prolong their conversation so that he could stare at her longer. Only, tongue tied after seeing her pussy, her tits, and her naked ass, he couldn't think of anything else to say. Disappointed and wishing that he could spend some quality time with Bill and Tiffany, especially with Tiffany wearing that short, sheer robe, he was about to leave when she invited him inside. Instead of him having to make a play for her, she took the ball and ran with it and, as far as he was concerned, she scored a touchdown with her invitation for him to come inside. "I was just about to have a drink," she said. "Would you like to join me? I hate drinking alone." Huh? What? Seriously? Did she just say what he thought she said? She was about to have a drink? She's inviting him inside to join her? She hates drinking alone? Tempted to invite her to go for a drink with him, he'd much rather be alone with her in her house than in some crowded bar with him vying for her attention from other interested, horny men. Suddenly, with his imagination working overtime, he imagined her drunk. He imagined her naked. He imagined her drunk and naked. He wished he knew what Bill Cosby's trick was to get his women naked and ready for sex. Only, he'd not a rapist. Not the type of man who'd drug a woman into having sex with him, just one step away from necrophilia, he'd rather have sex with a woman who was conscious instead of unconscious. He'd much rather have a willing partner and a woman who wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. Now that Bill was away for a couple of days, he pondered the thought while wondering the possibilities. Is inviting him to have a drink with her the secret, extramarital code that she wants him to give her sex? Nah, she's his friend's wife. Someone who looks like her would never sexually proposition someone who looks like him. Someone with her great body would never want someone with his bad body. "Sure," he said grabbing at the chance to be alone with Bill's hot, young, sexy wife, especially with her in that skimpy, little bathrobe. Knowing full well that it wouldn't be, he only wished it was windy in her house. Maybe they had a fan. Maybe he could claim that he's hot and accidentally point the fan at the bottom of her bathrobe. 'Oops, sorry Tiffany. I didn't mean to blow your robe up in your face,' he imagined saying. 'How do I turn off the fan? No, that only turns the fan higher. Wow! You look as if you're a supermodel aboard a sailing ship on a windy day. Is that a mole on your ass? It's in the shape of a penis,' he imagined saying to her. Nonetheless the lack of wind inside of her house, he imagined her sitting across from him while giving him down bathrobe views of her breasts and up bathrobe views of her pussy. After her having enough drinks to become tipsy, with her sitting across from him with her legs spread and her breasts exposed, he imagined kissing her while feeling her nearly naked body. He imagined her laying on the living room carpet with her robe flayed wide open and her inviting him to give her hot sex. Only, knowing better, the most he'd get from Bill's hot, young, sexy wife is a cold beer and a slap across the face should he say anything inappropriate or a knee in the balls should he make a pass at her. With her an ex-stripper, she's had to defend herself in all kinds of sexual encounters and against all types of sexual deviates. * * * * * He entered the house and she closed the door behind him. It felt weird to be in Bill's house without him. With his empty beer bottle collection, his sword collection, his die cast car collection, and the photos of him and his Harley hog on nearly every wall, his presence was stamped and imbedded all over that house. As if he was there, he could feel him. Bill's son and daughter didn't live with him. They lived with their mother in another state. It was just Tiffany and Bill and now just Tiffany and Walter. Walter wished Tiffany was his wife. Suddenly he envied Bill. Tiffany was Bill's second wife. Correcting all of the mistakes he made when marrying his first wife, his second wife is the woman that guys would choose if they could have a second chance of having a second wife and a better life. Black, busty, and beautiful with big, brown eyes, she was everything Walter's wife wasn't. In the way his wife, Linda, wreaked of Ben Gay mixed with Jean Nate, Tiffany wreaked of sexual pheromones mixed with the sweat scent of peach, strawberry body lotion. Being alone with Tiffany now was like being alone with a pretty woman from the cosmetic counter of a large department store while wishing he was buying perfume for her instead of for his wife. Being alone with her now was like being with the beautiful woman from the car show and being told that he can leave with her and with any car he wants on the showroom floor for free. Only my God, better than any cosmetician at the department store and better than any model at the auto show, he'd willingly give up a free automobile to spend quality time with Bill's wife. He was so happy to be alone with her and the fact that he saw her black, trimmed pussy, her big tits, and her naked ass was an added, priceless bonus. He'll be masturbating over all that he saw of her for the rest of his sad, little life. While imagining she was crazy about him, being alone with Tiffany now was like being with a porn star who not only knew but also was okay with the fact that he got off watching her having sex with other men. Being alone with Tiffany now was as if being taken to the private VIP room with a stripper who didn't just like him for just his money but also for his smile. Being alone with Tiffany now was something that he wished he could experience every day for the rest of his pitiful life. Being alone with Tiffany now was something that he'll remember for the rest of his life and a memory he'll forever recall over and again while masturbating. "What would you like?" What would he like? A loaded question, he already had a two page, pre-written, sexual list formulated in his mind with all the things that he'd like from Tiffany, starting with a blowjob. Oh, yeah, he'd love to look down to see her looking up at him with those big, baby brown eyes with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth. He'd love nothing more than to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples while she sucked his prick. Filled with all of the voyeuristic and exhibitionistic things he'd like to do with her, he'd like to run away with her. He'd love to stand on a stepstool while peering at her beautiful breasts down her open bathrobe. He'd love to lay on the floor with her straddling over him while he stared at her naked pussy up her open bathrobe. With him never tiring of the sexy show, as if he was caught in the Twilight Zone, he'd love to watch her undress and dress over and again. He loved to see her parading around him in her panty and bra. He loved to see her topless. He'd love to see her naked. He'd just love to see her, talk to her, and be with her every day. He'd love to watch her sleeping. He'd love to watch her taking a shower. He'd love to watch her masturbate her naked body in front of him and without modesty. With her sucking him and fucking him, he'd love to watch her having sex with Bill. He loved to see all of the naked photos and videos she must have hidden away on her computer. What would he like? He'd love to kiss her, lick her, and fuck her. Instead of asking her for what he really wanted, he'd settled for a beer. "I'll have a beer if you have one," he said knowing that Bill always had beer in the fridge. She opened the fridge and handed him a beer. Then, as if using it for courage, she poured herself a shot of vodka, drank that, poured a second one, drank that, and poured herself a third one. She gulped down that one too. Surprised by her drinking shots, he never saw her drinking a shot of anything before. When she wasn't drinking wine, she always drank mixed drinks, drinks with fancy fruit and little umbrellas in special glasses. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 04 With him alone with her in Bill's house, if she was his wife, he imagined discussing all of their plans and dreams. He imagined going for long walks while holding hands. He imagined watching TV with her. He imagined taking her to the movies and going out to eat after. He imagined taking her dancing and making out in the car before driving her home. He imagined kissing her, really kissing her, French kissing her while touching and feeling her everywhere. He imagined having sex with her before sleeping with her. If she was his wife, he imagined licking her pussy and giving her an orgasm with his mouth and with his finger. He imagined her sucking his cock to make him hard enough to penetrate her, as if that would ever be an issue for him with her. He imagined making slow, sweet love to her while kissing and kissing her. Then, after they made love, he imagined fucking her, really fucking her and really pounding her pussy hard into the mattress. If she was his wife, he imagined cumming inside of her and then cumming again in her mouth when she sucked his cock. He imagined her giving him the best blowjob he's ever had in his life. He imagined being with her every day, 24/7 and never letting her go, except to go to work. Certainly, in the way he was doing now, looking for Bill after work to go for a drink, never going out with anyone but her, if she was his wife, he'd run home to her after work. Never leaving her side, he could only imagine what it must be like to be married to someone like her. "Sit," she said ushering him from the kitchen to the living room. She pushed a stiff arm against his chest and he flopped in Bill's easy chair, a big, overstuffed, brown, leather recliner. His first time sitting in Bill's chair, no one sat in Bill's chair but for Bill. Then, she did something he always imagined her doing in his sexual fantasies of her but never expected her to do when he was wide awake. As if he was dreaming, she slowly untied her bathrobe ties. First he saw her cleavage. Then he saw her flat tummy. Then, he saw her nipples, her areolas, and the entire shape of her beautiful, natural breasts. Finally, he saw her black, trimmed pussy. Lastly, he saw her shapely thighs as her robe slid from her beautiful shoulders to fall to her feet in the way he had already fallen head over heels for her. As if he was imagining this magical moment, Tiffany removed her robe. Tiffany was naked. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 05 Please give me the support of your vote. * She loves him. Tiffany really loves him and he loves her too. When Tiffany removed her bathrobe he couldn't believe his eyes. As if he was backstage with her in her dressing room or watching her from the audience while she was on stage as a stripper about to mount the pole, she was naked. Tiffany was naked. In that moment, he forgot about Bill, about Linda, and even his name. The only name he knew was Tiffany and Tiffany was naked. 'Fuck me. This is unbelievable,' he said to himself. 'I don't believe this is happening to me. First the wind serendipitously exposes her pussy, her tits, and her ass to me and now she willingly and deliberately exposes her naked body to me by removing her robe. Stuff like this never happens to someone like me. Something like this only happens to me in my dreams and sexual fantasies,' he said to himself while pinching himself to see if he was awake. Tiffany, his beautiful, black, shapely, friend, the hot, young, sexy wife of his best friend, just removed her bathrobe. Stunned and staring at every naked part of her, he couldn't believe she removed her robe. He couldn't believe she was naked. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she was standing before him without her clothes. As if he was watching her remove her robe in slow motion, his life at that instant slowed to a crawl. Nearly as equal to him as her standing there naked, she looked at him as if he was someone important in her life instead of just her horny, next door neighbor. She looked at him as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She looked at him in the sexually aroused way that he was looking at her. She looked at him in the way he imagined she looks at her husband, whatever is his name, when about to have sex with him. Replaying it over in his mind as if he was a film editor watching movie footage one slow moving frame at a time, he watched her reach for her bathrobe tie. As if she was opening an expensive Christmas package, as if she was untying the ribbon of a gift and inside the package was her naked body, he watched her untie her robe. As if she was a stripper on stage doing a slow striptease, he watched her slowly open her robe to reveal her naked body to him. This is a sexual fantasy that he'd have of her when sleeping but he never had one when fully awake. First he saw her cleavage. Then he saw her flat tummy. Then, he saw her areolas, her nipples, and the entire shape of her beautiful, natural breasts. Finally, he saw her black, trimmed pussy. Lastly, he saw her shapely thighs as her robe slid from her beautiful shoulders to fall to her feet in the way he had already fallen head over heels for her. He couldn't wait to see her naked ass. He wondered if he asked her, if she'd turn around and bend at the waist and touch her toes in front of him. He wondered if he asked her, if she'd give him hot sex. He wondered if from this point on, if she'd clean her kitchen naked. Thinking about asking her to wear the pink, rubber gloves, he'll ask her about wearing them another time. Seemingly in love with her the first time he saw her, it was right then and right there that he knew he was definitely in love with her. He was in love with Bill's wife. He was in love with Tiffany. No longer caring about Linda, Tiffany is the only woman he wanted in his life. More than her being naked, she was the woman who he wanted. He loved her for who she is. She's smart, witty, and funny. Even more than that, she's playful, especially when it comes to sex. All the things he doesn't have with Linda but always wished he did, Tiffany is his dream woman, his fantasy woman, and the love of his life all rolled into one woman. Of course her standing there naked would make him think he was in love with her but he knew he loved her. As if she was making a fashion statement and as if she was wearing an expensive ball gown, how many women look good without their clothes? No woman that he knew looked good naked. Tiffany didn't only look good naked, she looked spectacular without her clothes. A dream come true and a sexual fantasy realized, something he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his miserable life, Bill's wife was naked. Naked, naked, naked, Tiffany was naked. In all the times he imagined her naked, he imagined her all wrong. Way better in person than in his sexual fantasies of her, with her tone stomach flatter, her long thighs shapelier, and her breasts bigger, he wished Linda had a body like her body. If Linda remotely looked like Tiffany did naked, he'd be home with her now giving her hot sex instead of sitting next door sexually lusting over Tiffany's naked body. He'd be taking her dancing before having sex. If Linda remotely looked like Tiffany looked naked, never leaving her side and/or her bed, he'd never lust over another woman. * * * * * Then, as if he was dreaming, she walked to him naked. Then, as if he was dreaming, she sat on his lap, wrapped her arm around his neck, pressed her breasts against his chest, and gave him a long, wet, passionate kiss. If it wasn't enough that Tiffany was naked, now she was kissing him, French kissing him. Thinking that the kiss was over when she broke off the kiss, she cradled his face in her soft hands and kissed him again. This time, she kissed him as if she loved him. She kissed him in the way he imagined kissing her. Tiffany kissed him. She really kissed him. Giving him a deep, wet kiss, she French kissed him. Stunned that she kissed him, she kissed him as if he was Bill. She kissed him in the way that he always wanted to be kissed. She kissed him in the way that he always imagined being kissed when watching a romantic scene in a movie. She kissed him in the way that he wished Linda would kiss him. She kissed him in the way he always wanted to kiss her. Oh, my God, what a kiss, such an incredible, magical kiss. Never has anyone kissed him like that before. Now, finally, he knows what it's like to be kissed, really kissed. Now after being kissed in that way, he could die happy, only not yet. Before he dies he needs to know what it feels like to have his cock in her hand. Before he dies, he needs to experience her sucking him and really blowing him. Before he dies he wants to know what it's like to be inside of her. Before he dies, he needs to cum in her pussy before cumming in her mouth. He couldn't believe his friend's hot wife was kissing him, French kissing him. He couldn't believe his friend's hot wife was sitting on his lap naked. He couldn't believe he was sitting in his friend's chair with his friend's naked wife sitting on his lap while she kissed him, French kissed him. Shocking the shit out of him, with him totally stunned, he was a mere pawn in her game of sexual seduction. Then, as if she could read his mind, she moved his hand to her big breast. Her big nipple impaled the palm of his hand and he couldn't wait to finger it, turn it, and twist it to her sexual delight. With her still kissing him as if he was a soldier going away to war or a sailor having just arrived home from sea, he felt and fondled her big tits in his horny hand while fingering her erect nipples. My God, totally different than from Linda's flabby tits, Tiffany's breasts were so big and so firm. Sitting up proud, her breasts were so round and shapely. She was as beautiful as Vanessa Williams or Naomi Campbell. She had all natural breasts like Pam Grier's big tits when she was in her prime. She had breasts as full as Beyoncé's, Tyra Banks', and Halle Berry's big tits. Definitely a C cup, she may even be a D cup. Accustomed to feeling Linda's soft and saggy, B cup breasts, Tiffany had real tits, breasts that every man fantasizes about when masturbating themselves. It was so hot to finally feel real tits and even hotter to feel Tiffany's big breasts. * * * * * Then, as if what she did by stripping herself naked, sitting on his lap, and kissing him wasn't enough to stun him, what she said next was more powerful than all that she did put together. "I've been so horny lately Walter," she said breaking their kiss to speak while looking in his eyes. "I've been lusting over you since the first time I met you. I'm so very horny for you," she said kissing again and again. 'What? Tiffany's been lusting over me since the first day she met me? She's so very horny for me? Are you kidding me? Someone pinch me because I'm dreaming.' He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe what she was saying. He couldn't believe that someone like her was lusting over someone like him. As if he was dreaming, with no one else there to pinch him, he had to pinch himself to make sure he was awake. "I didn't know you had such strong feelings for me, Tiffany," he said playing it cool when he just wanted to carry her into the bedroom and make love to her on Bill's big bed. Only, unable to play it cool with what she was about to say, he was ready to pack his bags and run away with her to whatever foreign country she desired, Ecuador, Canada, Brazil, Mexico, or even Texas. He imagined her confessing her love for him in the way he's always wanted to confess his love for her. 'I need you. I want you. I must have you,' he imagined her saying in answer to his question in asking her if she really loved him. 'I'm so very lonely without you,' he imagined her telling him. 'I'm sexually unsatisfied without you sharing my bed,' he imagined her confessing. 'I'm nothing but a sexually frustrated woman without your love,' he imagined her saying what he longed to hear. 'I love you,' he imagined her finally telling him. 'I love you Walter.' Then, instead of hearing his voice in his head telling him that she loved him, instead of imagining her saying that she love him, he couldn't believe what she said next. "I'm in love with you Walter," she said. "I love you." 'She loves me? He must be dreaming. Definitely, he's dreaming. Why in the world would someone who looks like her love someone who looks like him, a middle aged man who looks like someone's father? Why would this beautiful, black woman fall in love with this angry, white man? Then, again Angelina Jolie fell in love with Billy Bob Thornton and Hollywood is loaded with young, beautiful women falling for older men. Only, all of those men have three things he doesn't have, power, influence, and money. Moreover, he doesn't even have a big cock. "I love you too Tiffany," he said meaning it while believing it. She looked at him happy that he told her that he loved her. "I love you Walter," she said again. "I really, really love you," she said throwing her arms around his neck and kissing and kissing him. Lost in her kisses, he couldn't believe this was happening to him. It would have been enough seeing her pussy, her breasts, and her ass with the complicit help of the wind. It would have been enough watching her remove her robe to expose her naked body to him. It would have been enough for her to kiss him, French kiss him, while allowing him to touch and feel her where no man but her husband should be allowed to touch and feel his wife. Only, the icing on the cake was her confessing that she loves him, she really loves him. It was one thing for him to love her, who wouldn't? Only, he couldn't believe she loves him too. "Oh, my God, Tiffany. I've never been kissed like that before. You're so beautiful. I just love your big tits," he said feeling her big tits while fingering her nipples. "I've never loved anyone in the way that I love you." All while trying to remain calm and all while trying to play it cool, he felt her big breasts and fondled her big breasts before leaning forward to suck her erect, hard nipples. He sucked her nipples as if sucking on hard candy. Even though he was, he didn't want her to think that he was pathetically grateful. Even though he was, he didn't want her to think that he was easy. Even though he was, he didn't want her to think that he was just about to die of a heart attack with her sitting on her lap naked and kissing him, really kissing him, French kissing him. Instead, he wanted her to think that he was a man of the world, a cosmopolitan man, a cultured, and well-mannered man. Seeing himself as if he was Richard Burton, Peter O'Toole, or Sidney Poitier, a true gentleman in every sense of the word, he wanted her to think that young, beautiful women falling in love with him happened to him all the time. He wanted her to think that it was common for a beautiful broad to fall in love with him. He wanted her to think that, indeed, he was special and worthy of not only her sexual lust but also her love. Only, blowing his cover from a Don Juan to a typical Joe with her shocking the shit out of him again, she said something that he only imagined her saying in his sexual fantasies of her. "If you don't mind Walter," she said. She looked at him with lust while he looked at her with disbelief. "Sorry," he said. "Am I hurting you? Am I holding you too tight?" He moved in his position while she squirmed in his lap. "No, that's not it. I, um, just wanted to ask you a question?" With her sitting on his lap naked, she could ask him anything at all. She surely didn't have to ask his permission if she could ask him a question. Fire away. There's nothing that she could possibly ask him that would offend him. "Of course you may ask me a question. Ask me any question you'd like and I'll answer you as honestly as I can," he said beaming that Tiffany was in love with him and that he was in love with her. He looked at her and smiled while reluctantly letting go of her breast to hold her hand. A 30-year-old woman with a 48-year-old man, what is he thinking? With her young enough to be his daughter and him old enough to be her father, he now understood while so many wealthy men took a much younger woman as a mistress. For the time that she sat on his lap naked, he felt so special. For the time she sat on his lap naked, he felt so young and so virile. She made him feel important and needed again, something he hasn't felt in a very long time. Yet with perversity overruling his better judgment, wishing she was wearing a Parochial school outfit, he suddenly had this urge to put her over her knee and spank her. Linda enjoyed it when he slapped her naked ass. Only, something else his wife, Linda, enjoyed while being tied to their bed and blindfolded, she enjoyed having three of his friends having their wicked, sexual way with her naked body. Not knowing if she'd love that or hate that, he didn't want to prematurely rock his little love boat with acts of bondage and discipline, not yet anyway. He didn't want her to know the pervert that he really was with him spying on her and masturbating over her. God forbid she discovers that he likes wearing women's clothes. A real deal breaker, he could just see her being so broken that he was so damaged. "Just as it took me the courage from three shots of vodka to remove my robe, I'm a little embarrassed to ask this next question. I don't want you to think me a wicked whore or a salacious slut," she said suddenly acting so shyly demure when in fact she was sitting on his lap naked. He looked at her while wondering what it was she was embarrassed to ask. "Please Tiffany. Ask me anything. I'd never think of you as a wicked whore or a salacious slut. With you sitting on my lap naked, surely we no longer have any secrets between us," he said. "With you sitting on my lap naked, you may ask me anything." She inhaled a big breath of air and Walter's eyes bulged out of his head watching her breasts growing even bigger with the expansion of air in her chest. Relaxed now, she exhaled her breath and looked him in the eyes. "If you don't mind," she said while pausing before speaking. What seemingly seems like minutes was only a few seconds before she ask him her question. "May I suck your cock?" May I suck your cock? As if he had just imagined her saying that or as if he was hearing things, for him to believe what she asked was true, he needed her to repeat her question. "Sorry," he said. "I don't think I heard you correctly. It sounded as if you asked if you could suck my cock," he said with a nervous albeit sexually excited laugh. "I apologize for thinking you said that but with me having a one track mind, it's just my wishful thinking getting in the way of your question. Would you mind repeating your question?" She smiled her patience. "You did hear me correctly. I said, if you wouldn't mind, may I suck your cock?" She gave him a sexy smile. If he wouldn't mind? Why would he mind Tiffany sucking his cock? Is this a trick question? It isn't as if he'd be inconvenienced in any way to have his cock buried in her beautiful mouth. It isn't as if she'd be interrupting him brokering world peace, saving children from a burning building, or watching the Super Bowl football game during the fourth quarter of a tied game. She merely wants to suck his cock. Look at her sitting there naked as if she's sitting on Santa's lap. How could he disappoint her by saying no to her question? As far as he was concerned, she could suck his cock any time. She didn't even have to ask him if she could suck his cock. Only with him ready to break the seventh and tenth commandments, in preparation for his Act of Contrition, he already started saying his Hail Mary's not only for his forgiveness for what he was about to do but also for his thanks in being able to do it. "Of course you may suck my cock. I'd love for you to suck my cock Tiffany," he said really not believing that she would suck his cock and that this wasn't really happening to him. She looked at him in the way that he imagined Sofia Vergara looking at him every time he saw her doing a Pepsi commercial. Then, she said more magical, sexual words that made his cock as hard as if she was stroking him and sucking him now. "We don't have to tell Bill about this," she said giving him a wink and a sexy smile. Bill? Bill who? His thoughts exactly. If Bill knew his wife was sitting on his lap naked and if Bill knew his wife had French kissed him, before asking if she could suck his cock, he'd not only kill him but he'd kill her too. Only, ready to die, he'd die a happy man with a big, shit eating grin on my face. He imagined the mortician trying to wipe the big grin off of his face but forever frozen in place, apparently even in death, he was still thinking of Tiffany naked and sucking his cock. "You just read my mind," he said. "I'd never want Bill to know that you stood before me naked, sat on my lap naked, French kissed me, and sucked my cock." She gave him that sexy smile that he always imagined her giving him but that he's only ever seen her give Bill that smile. She leaned down to whisper in his ear while teasing him with her hot breath and wet tongue. "Then, after I suck you, when you're hard enough to penetrate me, would you do me a another favor and make love to me before fucking me, really fucking me, and pounding my pussy really hard," she said reaching between his legs to grab his growing prick with her hand. "After I suck you, I really need a good, hard fucking Walter." She took his face in her hands again to look him in the eyes. Then, she kissed him before breaking off her kiss to speak again. "My God Tiffany," was all that he could say. He looked at her with lust. He looked at her with love. He looked at her as if he was imagining all of this. "Would you do that for me? After I suck you, would you make love to me before fucking me? Please? Pretty please? I beg you to sexually satisfy me with your finger, your tongue, and your cock." With her begging him to sexually satisfy her with his finger, his tongue, and his cock, Walter was putty in her hands. If she asked him to kill Bill right now, he would. Biding his time until he was released from prison to be with his true love, he'd willingly go to prison a happy man while knowing that he did Tiffany's bidding and she was there waiting for him when he was released. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 05 "Sure Tiffany. Anything for you. That's what friends are for," he said. She gave him her sexy smile again. "Then after you give me an orgasm with your finger, your tongue, and your cock, after you pound my pussy really hard, I'll suck you again," she said. * * * * * As if time stood still, he watched her unzip his pants in slow motion. Then, she unbuttoned him before she unbuckled his belt and flayed opened his pants. She reached down to feel his hardening cock through his underwear while teasing him with her hot breath and tongue again, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Then, after you fuck me and give me an orgasm with your finger, your mouth, and with your cock, I'll suck you again. I'll give you the best blowjob of your life," she said and meaning it. He believed her. "Yes, I'd love nothing more than to give you three orgasms, one with my finger, one with my mouth, and another with my cock," he said. "If you do that for me, make me cum, I won't stop stroking you while sucking you until you cum in my mouth. After you cum in my mouth, I'll swallow you. Would you like that Walter? Would you like to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow you?" Pinch him, he's dreaming. Not only did Tiffany strip off her robe and sit on his lap naked while French kissing him, but now she not only wants to suck his cock but also she wants him to cum in her mouth. He always thought his friend Bill was a lucky man when he married Tiffany but he never knew how much of a lucky man he truly was until now. Better than winning a jackpot in the lottery, he'd trade millions of dollars for the chance to be with Tiffany any day and every day for the rest of his life. Even more than her stripping naked and wanting to suck his cock, she loves him. She told him that she's been lusting over him since the first day they met. She told him that she loves him and he told her that he loves her. A romantic story better than Romeo and Juliet, she was his sexy Cleopatra and he was his loyal Mark Antony. "Yes, so long as you don't mind, I'd love to come in your mouth Tiffany," he said with a little snicker. She removed his shoes and pulled off his pants and underwear. If Bill and/or Linda walked in now, how in the Hell would he explain this? He didn't care. Obviously for him to go this far, willing to give up his present life for an imagined better one with his dream woman, he had already lost his mind. Then, moving herself between his legs and attacking him with the sexual exuberance of a ten thousand dollar call girl, she pounced on his cock with her hand and with her mouth as if she was a starving animal. Not even giving him the chance to enjoy the moment of feeling his stiff prick in her soft hand, as soon as she grabbed his cock, she took it in her mouth. His friend's hot wife was sucking his cock while stroking his cock. He couldn't believe it. Only, what would Bill do if he knew that Tiffany not only appeared before him naked but also French kissed him? What would Bill say if his beautiful, black wife professed her love for him? What would Bill do if he found out that Tiffany sucked his cock? What would Linda say if she knew he was having a sexual affair with Tiffany? First off, she'd never believe him. Yet, even if she did believe him, he didn't care. Worth whatever price he'd have to pay later for the sexual pleasure of Tiffany's naked body, her willing mouth now, and her undying love, he'd cross that bridge later. Now that he was hard, he couldn't wait to make love to her before fucking her. After he fucked her hard, really fucked her hard, and gave her an orgasm, he couldn't wait for her to give him a blowjob, the blowjob of his life. He couldn't wait to put a hand to the back of her black, pretty head and cum in her beautiful, little mouth. He couldn't wait to watch her swallow him, all of him. He couldn't wait for the day when she'd tell Bill that she was leaving him for him just as he couldn't wait for the day to tell his wife that he was leaving her for Tiffany. To be continued... Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 06 Please give me the support of your vote. * Too tired to go out to a movie or dancing, Walter didn't want to go anywhere with his wife. If he was going to go anywhere at all, he'd rather go somewhere, anywhere with Tiffany. "Walter! Walter! Wake up! You were sleeping," said Linda, Walter's wife. Kicking his foot and awakening from his dream of having sex with Bill's beautiful wife, Tiffany, giving him a blowjob, he couldn't believe that Linda ruined his sexual fantasy before he could cum in Tiffany's beautiful mouth. Sexually frustrated, he needed to masturbate. "I wasn't sleeping," he said yawning. "I was just resting my eyes." "Resting your eyes my ass. You have an erection," said Linda. "You dreaming of Tiffany again?" She looked over at the living room window where Tiffany was in her kitchen and in her skimpy nightgown washing her floor. "Tiffany? You're nuts," he said. Shit! How in the Hell does she know he dreams of Tiffany? Maybe he talks in his sleep? Maybe she found the video of Tiffany on his computer where she lost her top at the waterpark. He must have watched that 20 second footage a thousand times. He wish Linda had tits like her tits. He wished Linda looked more like Tiffany. He wished he was married to Tiffany instead of to Linda. "I'm nuts? I know what you down here while pretending to watch TV. You watch Tiffany while masturbating yourself and wishing she was naked. You wish you could have sex with her instead of having sex with me, your wife," she said. He made a face at her and waved a hand of disbelief. "Tiffany? God, Linda. How can you even say that? Tiffany is the wife of my best friend. Besides, I'd never dream of other women when I have you. You're more woman that I can handle," he said with a phony smile. "All men get erections when they sleep. It's just a natural occurrence," he said. She looked at him and made a sour face of her own. "It's Friday night. Let's go somewhere and do something tonight Walter," said Linda with a look of excitement on her face. "I want to go somewhere. I want to do something," she said wrapping her arms around her body as if giving herself a hug. Walter looked at his wife with one eye while watching Tiffany with the other. Sometimes, especially at a time like this, he wished he was single. He wished he lived alone. Wishing he never married, was separated, divorced, or a widower, he wished he was only responsible for himself. Being married longer than he was single, he wondered what it feel like to be single again and to live alone. He wished they had children that she could fuss over and busy herself with instead of always busting his balls in wanting to go somewhere and do something. He wished he was married to Tiffany. "Not tonight Linda," he said without even looking up at her. He could feel her burning a hole in his head with her heated stare. As if her eyes were hot, twin laser beams that threatened to set him ablaze if he didn't take her somewhere and do something with her, he wished he had a soundproof driving helmet to wear at times like this. "Please? Pretty please? I'm bored," she said. When she said please, pretty please, he thought of Tiffany begging him to fuck her. His cock ached by the thought of Linda awakening him before Tiffany had a chance to finish her blowjob. He would have liked to end his sexual dream of her by cumming in her willing mouth. "I wanna go out. I wanna do something exciting," she said kicking his foot again. Bored? She's bored. I'm tired and she's bored. What kind of excitement did I have working all week? Maybe it's time she got a job. Maybe it's time she stopped hanging around the house, talking on the phone to her friends, watching soap operas, and drinking Long Island ice teas. The economy is picking up now and with her unemployment extension ended, it's time for her to join the rest of the working world. Looking forward to coming home, all he wanted to do was to flop in his chair in front of the TV with a beer. Is it any wonder why his friends go for drinks at the bar before heading home? With a couple of pops under his belt, he wouldn't even hear her complaining. With a couple of pops under his belt, he wouldn't care that she was bored. Now that he was sitting in his chair in front of the TV with his beer, the kitchen was the only place he was going to go to get another beer. The only thing he'll be doing tonight is drinking more beer while watching TV. Then, as soon as Linda retired to bed, he'd be watching Tiffany. "I'm tired Linda. It's been a Hell of a week at the mill. I just want to relax with a beer and watch some TV, if you don't mind," he said flipping stations. Same old, same old, here we go again, he thought to himself. Knowing full well what was coming next, as if he was bracing for a bombing assault, he started the count down, three, two, one... "You don't take me anywhere," she said. Blah, blah, blah, just shut the Hell up and let me watch TV, he wanted to say but didn't. He didn't want this turning into another argument where she's pouring his beer in the sink and down the drain. "That's not true. I take you plenty of places," he said. She made another sour face. "When? Where?" She looked at him with anger. "When did you take me anywhere? Where did you take me?" With the beer already working its weaving magic in paralyzing his brain, he had to take a moment to think. "Just last Saturday I took you to Home Depot," he said unable to come up with a satisfactory answer. As soon as he said Home Depot, he kicked himself for even saying that. Even he didn't think taking her to Home Depot was a date. Yet, they did have a hot dog at the hot dog stand outside. Moreover, something they both do less of when staring at the TV, they did talk in the car on the way there and on the way home. The trip to the hardware store wasn't without its merits. At least they went out and went somewhere together while talking, laughing, and bonding. "I don't consider going to Home Depot a night on the town Walter," she said. He didn't think she would. She already had a tone to her voice. Sometimes, in the way he wished now, he wished she had a boyfriend. He imagined her kissing him goodnight as she went out the door with some gigolo to go dancing. He'd love nothing better than to swap wives with Bill. Only, why would Bill want Linda when he had Tiffany and why would Tiffany want him when she had Bill? Still, it was a sexual fantasy that he enjoyed pondering. 'Bye! Have fun. Do everything that I wouldn't do,' he imagined saying to her when she was leaving on her imagined date with her boyfriend. Instead he looked at her and smiled while bracing himself for another argument. "I thought you had fun looking at the paint chips and wallpaper," he said carefully and with trepidation while knowing that he was already skating on thin ice. Actually, she did enjoy looking at wallpaper and paint chips. Only he was surprised she didn't buy anything. He was surprised she didn't want to redecorate something while enlisting him to do all of the work. He was surprised they didn't stay there for three hours while she looked at all the new appliances, carpet colors, and wallpaper patterns. He was surprised she didn't sit with one of the kitchen remodelers to plan out their new kitchen that they don't need and can't afford. "I did have fun at Home Depot but walking around a hardware store isn't what I had in mind," she said. Oh, oh. There's that tone again. Here it comes. He put down his newspaper to look at her. The next time he's in the sporting goods store he'll buy a football helmet to wear for times like this. He imagined wearing a helmet over his Bose, noise reduction headphones. 'What's that Honey? Sorry, I can't hear you,' he imagined saying to her while sipping his beer, watching TV, and while raising the volume on his headphones. Without a doubt, he'd listen to her more if only she looked better than she did. Not that she was a bad looking woman, she was a good looking woman but compared to Tiffany, she was chopped liver when Tiffany was filet mignon. He'd hang off her every word if only she looked more like Tiffany. Only he wished she was ten years younger. He wished she was black with bigger tits, a D cup instead of a B cup. He wished she was prettier. He wished she loved giving him blowjobs instead of expecting him to reciprocate by eating her and making love to her before fucking her. He wished she would just stop talking and allow him to zone out in front of the TV. He wished he was married to Tiffany. Feeling compelled to ask, he knew he'd be sorry as soon as he asked her the question. In the way she looked at him, he knew she wanted to go dancing, to the movies, and out to eat after. He knew that she wanted a night on the town. With him not home until midnight, he'd be dead tired and no doubt would fall asleep in the cinema. "What did you have in mind?" She stood while waltzing over to him. "Dancing. Let's go dancing Walter? We used to go dancing all the time," she said. "We haven't gone dancing in such a very long time. Take me dancing. Please? Pretty please?" Dancing? With his tired legs and bad back the last thing he wanted to do was to go dancing, especially on a Friday night after working all week. The only energy he has left is to twist of the cap of another beer. Only, if he was married to Tiffany, he'd be taking her dancing. He wouldn't care how tired he was, he'd be waltzing her across the dance floor. "I used to take you dancing all the time when I was trying to get in your panties and have sex with you," he said. "Another lifetime ago, those days are long over," he said with a little, sad laugh. He remembered feeling her ass and groping her breasts while dancing with her. She was so very pretty back then, the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. Everyone wanted her. She was so very hot. He remembered how sexually excited he was to hold her while feeling the top of her ass and while rubbing his growing erection against her soft belly. Now he couldn't remember the last time he had sex with her. Now not in the mood for sex, his energy level was down. Now he realized why there were so many Viagra and Cialis commercials on TV directed at men like him. Unable to sometimes get it up, unless he was masturbating himself, he hated to admit it but he was one of those men. "How about we go see a movie? Can we at least do that? There are some good movies playing at the cinema. You can even pick the movie. I don't really care what we see as long as you take me somewhere and do something," she said. "We don't have to see a chick flick. You can see whatever shoot 'em, blow and 'em up you want. Okay? Please? Pretty please?" She looked at him with sad eyes in the way she did when she was laid off from her job. He felt so bad for her that day that he told her not to worry about working. He told her, for better or for worse, that he'd support her for the rest of her life. Especially now that he was sexually enthralled and emotionally enamored with Tiffany, he must have been drunk or crazy to have said that. "I'm sorry but I'm not up to seeing a movie Linda," he said. Now he felt like a shit heel for disappointing her. He felt guilty for not wanting to take her somewhere nice while wishing he could take Tiffany someplace nice. If she was Tiffany, he'd take her somewhere and do something with her. Yet, with Linda dedicating her life to him, how could he be so insensitive to her needs when she's been so giving to his needs? What has Tiffany ever done for him other than to look hot? "You used to always take me to a movie. When we went to the movies, we made out more than we watched the movie," she said with a dirty laugh. He remembered those days of kissing and kissing her in the back row of the movie theatre. He remembered the sexual excitement he felt when feeling her tits through her blouse and bra before sticking his hand up her short skirt to finger her pussy through her panty. He remembered unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her front snapping bra to expose her B cup breasts to his horny hands and eyes. Then, while fingering her nipples, he felt someone watching them. When he turned there was always some man, an older man, leaning against the half wall behind them while looking down at them and watching them having sex. Seemingly, she didn't care that she was giving some stranger a show of her tits. Seemingly, she seemed sexually excited that a stranger was seeing what only she's allowed him to see. Going to the movie and flashing her semi-naked body to another man was the most sexual fun he's ever had with her. He always wanted to suggest that they try the swinging lifestyle but not wanting her to think him perverted, never suggesting it, he never even asked her the question. Still, he wouldn't mind watching her having sex with other men. It would be sexy fun to watch her having sex with a woman too. He wondered if it would sexually excite her to watch him having sex with another woman in the way that it would sexually excite him to watch her having sex with another man. "I don't want to go to a movie. I don't want to go out," he said. Only he wouldn't mind going to a movie if he could replicate that sexy scene they had with a stranger so long ago. Back then she was younger, hotter, and more beautiful. Now the only looks of interests she receives are from his friends and from the younger, horny guys at the mall who wonder what it's like to be with an older woman in the way he used to wonder what it would be like to be with an older woman. Now that he's older and with him living with an older woman, albeit a woman his age, he wonders what it would be like to be with a younger woman. He wonders what it would be like to be with Tiffany. "C'mon Walter. I'll even wear my low cut, button top and my front snapping bra. I'll wear my short skirt, the one that buttons in front, and with no panties. We'll give some guy a show of my naked body while you finger my nipples as you slide your other hand between my legs to finger my pussy," she said feeling her own breasts through her blouse and bra while fingering her nipples. Tempted by her willingly agreeing to flash a man her tits and pussy, it was obvious to him that she was horny but those days of him being horny are gone, long gone. Not only didn't he have the sexual interest but also he didn't have the physical energy to give someone a show of his wife's body while making out with her at the movies. In the way he couldn't wait to make out with her years before, he couldn't even imagine making out with her now. If he took the time and the trouble to take his wife to the movies, he'd just want to watch the movie without making out and without exposing her body to someone. If he was taking her to a movie that he picked and wanted to watch, the last thing he wanted to do was to make out with his wife. He'd rather munch on popcorn and eat a box of Raisinets while drinking a giant soda. If he was taking anyone to a movie, he'd rather take Tiffany to a movie. He'd rather make out with her. Wishing that he wasn't married and wishing that he was a younger man with more hair and less of a potbelly, if he had his pick of women, he'd rather take Joyce to the movies, his hot, young co-worker. Only someone like her would never go out with someone like him. Besides, he was too tired to do anything. He just wanted to stay home and crash. He just wanted to watch Tiffany clean her kitchen and masturbate himself after Linda went to bed. "Another time Linda. I'm too tired. I've had a long week," he said. Oh, God. She's not going to stop until he takes her somewhere and does something with her. Sometimes he wished he never got married. Sometimes he wished he was still single. Sometimes he wished he had married someone else. Sometimes he wished he was a gay man. He counted to himself again. Three, two, one... "You don't take me anywhere anymore," she said. Here we go. It's the same argument every weekend. He's not in the door ten minutes and she's already starting the same shit. She needs a hobby. Maybe he should buy her a dog. Definitely, he needs to buy himself a football helmet. "I promise, I'll take you somewhere next week," he said. "Okay?" He looked up at her and smiled and she looked at him as if she was ready to stab him. He ran all the places he could take her through his mind, the bar, the hockey game, the auto show, the lumberyard, the gun show, the baseball card show, the model train show, the Army/Navy store, the antique auto museum, or Home Depot again. A typical woman, she wouldn't like going to any of those places. Knowing her as he does, she'd rather traipse around the flea market for hours and bring home more junk that she calls a valuable antique and that he has clean and repair. Knowing her, after endlessly walking around the flea market, she'd want to go to the mall or someplace nice for dinner and dancing afterwards. Once again he counted. Three, two, one... "We don't do anything," she said. "We don't even have sex anymore." There it is. She's playing the sex card. As if didn't feel bad enough, as if she hit him to the back of the head with a baseball bat, and as if she just kicked him in the balls, she insulted who he is as a man. Sex? Is that what this is about? She wants sex? He imagined stripping her naked, bending her over the dining room table and fucking her pussy hard and fast in the way that he used to be able to do and in the way he imagined doing to Tiffany's naked body. If only he was as fit as Lance Armstrong, maybe he wouldn't be as tired. If only he had access to performance enhancing drugs in the way of A-Rod, he'd take her up on her offer of having sex. If only she looked more like Penny instead of Amy Farrah Fowler on Big Bang theory, he'd be banging her every night. If only she was a blue-eyed blonde with big tits in the way of Scarlet Johansson, he'd take her somewhere nice. If only she was a beautiful brunette in the way of sexy and shapely Sofia Vergara, he'd do something exciting with her. If only she was a busty, black beauty in the way of Tiffany, he'd not only would want to have sex with her but also would look forward to having sex with her. If only he was married to Tiffany, he'd have sex with her every night. Frustrated with himself, instead of getting his ass out of his chair, he lashed out at her. "I just want to read my God damn newspaper, watch TV, and drink my beer Linda. I'm tired," he said. "I'm really tired." He looked at her with anger. He looked at her with frustration. He looked at her as if he was sliding down the other side of a mountain while she was still standing on the top of the mountain screaming at him to do something, go somewhere, and have sex. He looked at her while wishing he was Bill and she was Tiffany. "You're always tired," she said. "C'mon get up. I want to go somewhere, anywhere. I want to do something exciting. If you don't want to go out, if you don't want to take me dancing or to a movie, then I want to have sex. Let's have sex," she said kicking his foot again. In the way he looked at her angry more with himself than with her, she looked at him with sexual frustration. Something he would have jumped at twenty years ago, ten years ago, even five years ago, a good looking broad wanting to have sex with him, here was his wife practically begging him to bang her. Only, he was too tired. In order to shut her the Hell up and in order to sexually satisfy her, he'd have to do the only thing he could think of doing. He'd have to humor her by giving her what she wants, an orgasm or two or three. Whatever it takes for her to stop talking and to stop nagging him, he'd have to do what he did last month. "You want to do something exciting? You want to have sex? Is that what you want?" He looked at her over his newspaper before he tossed his paper on the coffee table. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 06 She looked at him with sexual arousal. "Yes," she said. "If you're not going to take me out, then I want sex. I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to give me an orgasm. If you can do that, then I'll give you the best blowjob, even better than the one I gave you last month." He looked at her with sexual frustration. She didn't suck his cock. She sucked his friend's cock. Wishing she hadn't interrupted his sexual fantasy by waking him up, he would have loved to cum in Tiffany's mouth, even if it was only a sexy dream. "Okay," he said getting up out of his chair. "Let's do something exciting. Let's have sex. Just give me a minute to arrange my schedule," he said stepping in the kitchen to make some phone calls. He lowered his voice to a whisper on his phone. "Arrange your schedule? You don't have a schedule," she said with a laugh. "Who are you calling, your press secretary?" He looked at her as if to say, what does it matter? He suspected she knew who he was calling. "No one," he said while giving her a Cheshire cat smile. "I just need to make a call." She looked at him with sexual excitement and he looked at her with physical exhaustion. He just wanted to sit in his chair, drink a few beers, and flip channels. "This will be fun," she said starting to unbutton her blouse. He looked at her as if she was nuts. There's no way he'd be having sex with her on the living room carpet. With his bad back, after he was done fucking her on the floor, she'd have to call for an ambulance and they'd have to take him out on a stretcher. "Let's go upstairs where we'll be more comfortable," he said. "Shall we?" He followed behind her while lifting her short skirt and grabbing her ass through her exposed panties. Then, he slapped her ass hard, really hard. "Oh, Walter. What's gotten into you? Meow," she said. 'She'll see,' he said to himself. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 07 Please give me the support of your vote. * Bound to the bed and blindfolded, instead of taking her dancing, Walter gives his wife, Linda, what she really wants, hot sex. "Take off your clothes," he said as soon as they were in the bedroom. When she momentarily hesitated, he slapped her hard on the ass through her short skirt. The sting of his hand would have hurt more if she was only wearing her panties or nothing at all. Linda jumped from his slap but, being that spanking was foreplay to her, he knew he wasn't hurting her. She enjoyed being spanked. She enjoyed it when he made her ass red with his hand. Seemingly happy for the sexual attention he paid her, she had a sexy smile on her face. Seemingly happy that he was going to give her hot sex instead of taking her dancing, to the movies, or out to eat, no doubt, if only by the sexy way she was looking at him, he suspected that she was already wet. "Oh, Walter," she said swooning with her smile turning from sexy to naughty. "What's gotten into you?" As if he had never spanked her before, she gave him a coyly innocent look. She gave him the same virginal look she gave him when he spanked her the first time. Only, there was nothing virginal about this woman. If anything, she was a slut. If anything, she was his slut. Once a slut always a slut. No amount of her kneeling on her knees praying to God would change the fact that she loved cock and loved a good, hard fucking. Yet, her game to play, she could be coquettish when she wanted to be. In the way she was his slut when he was first dating her, she could be quite the little whore too when she had to be. What's gotten into him? Odd that she'd ask him that question. Her asking him that question made him confront the truth. Tiffany's gotten into him. In the way he once had Linda in his head, he had Tiffany in on his mind. He wished he could order Tiffany to take off her clothes. He wished he could slap Tiffany's black ass in the way he enjoyed slapping Linda's white ass. In the way that he was about to tie his wife to the bed naked and blindfold her, he imagined tying Tiffany to the bed naked. Only, he wouldn't blindfold Tiffany. He'd rather look into her big, beautiful, brown eyes while he was touching her, feeling her, and kissing her. With her staring up at him, he'd rather stare down into her big, beautiful, brown eyes while she sucked his cock. "Get naked and get on the bed," he ordered in the stern voice she enjoyed while giving her another hard wallop on the ass as if his was disciplining his errant daughter. She looked at him with sexual excitement and he looked at her with exhaustion while he watched her undress as if he was watching Tiffany undressing. Exchanging Linda's head for Tiffany's head and Linda's body for Tiffany's body, he watched her unbutton her blouse while imagining Tiffany unbuttoning her blouse. He watched her unbutton and unzip her short skirt in the way he imagined Tiffany unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt. With her standing there in her panties and bra and smiling at him, as soon as she put her arm around his neck and kissed him, she knocked him out of his sexual fantasy of pretending that he was in his bedroom with Tiffany. She still had a great figure for a 46-year-old woman. If judging her from her shapely body without knowing her real age, another man may think that she was 36-years-old instead of 46-years-old. Another man may want her as much as he once wanted her and as much as he now wanted Tiffany. He only wished Linda had Tiffany's tits. He only wished Linda had Tiffany's round, shapely, black ass. He only wished Linda was as dark in complexion as was Tiffany. "Are you going to tie me to the bed again?" No doubt, this was her question for are you going to have your three friends ravish my body again? She was being so coy. She was acting so sexily shy. She knew exactly what he was about to do. What he was about to do was with her was what he did with her last month. He was going tie her to their bed, blindfold her, and allow his three friends to give her hot sex. He watched her remove her bra while wishing she had breasts as big and as shapely as Tiffany's big, shapely tits. She had nice tits for a B cup but they were no comparisons for tiffany's big C cup or D cup breasts. Unless he had her bra to look at the size or unless asking Tiffany point blank what size bra cup she was, it was difficult for him to determine the size of Tiffany's breasts. The one time he saw her naked breasts was when she lost her bikini bra at the waterpark. Even though he videotaped the event and even though he's watched her flashing him her tits a thousand times, he's unable to tell if she has a big C or a small D cup. Whichever size breasts Tiffany has, her breasts are nearly as big as Tyra Banks D cup breasts and are shapelier than Halle Berry's surgically implanted and surgically enhanced C cup breasts. "We'll see," he said. She inserted two fingers in her panty, and while watching him for his reaction, as if this was the first time she slid down her panties in front of him, she wiggled her ass as she slid down her panties. He'd have to give her credit for being a willing participant in his little game of bondage and discipline. Although with her rushing to strip naked, he had to give her credit for being sexy. If she was anything, she was sexy. Only, she wasn't nearly as sexy as Tiffany. Now naked, as soon as she was naked, he slapped her ass again, this time her naked ass. The sound of his hand hitting her naked ass echoed in their bedroom. Walter felt pressured to undress, get naked, and to give her hot sex. Only, unfortunately, and sadly, he wasn't as sexually excited seeing Linda naked in real life as he was as sexually excited imagining Tiffany naked in his sexual fantasies and sexually charged dreams. Where he imagined that Tiffany had a trimmed, black bush, Linda had a bushy, dark brown one. "If you're going to tie me to the bed again Walter, don't tie the knots too tight," she said. "They hurt and leave marks when I pull on them." She looked at him with big, blue eyes. She had pretty eyes and it was her eyes that attracted him to her from the start so very long ago. Yet, sometimes he wished she wouldn't speak. Every time she spoke, she knocked him out of his sexual fantasy of imagining Tiffany naked. Every time she spoke, she stopped him from imagining being in his bedroom with Tiffany instead of being in his bedroom with his wife. Every time she spoke, he wanted to discipline her and punish her by slapping her ass red raw. * * * * * He looked at his naked wife. Any other man would be sexually aroused to have a good looking, mature, naked woman with her shapely body in his bedroom but all that he could think of was Tiffany naked. Any other man would be sexually aroused to look into her big, blue eyes and kiss her while touching her and feeling her where no man should feel another man's wife. Only, she's not the woman he fell in love with twenty years ago. Now bitchy, abrupt, and impatient, no longer laughing at his corny jokes, she finds fault with everything he does. In the way his best friend, Bill, divorced his first wife to marry the woman of his dreams, he wished he could divorce Linda to marry a woman more like Tiffany, or even a younger version of Linda. All he could think of is his best friend Bill being privy to such a sexy, sexual show of watching Tiffany strip naked. With her being an ex-stripper, if anyone knew how to tease a man while undressing, she knew how to striptease. Wishing he was a fly on their bedroom wall, he'd love to watch her undressing. After having his sexual dream of Tiffany stripping off her bathrobe, with the dream seemingly so very real, he wondered if she really looked like that naked. He couldn't have had a clearer image of her naked body than if she was in the room with him naked now instead of her being just another sexual fantasy in his head. With it all just a dream, his sexual fantasy her seemed so real. "Okay, I won't tie the knots too tight," said Walter with Linda obviously thinking that she was the only woman in the room. Only he was more thinking about tying Tiffany to his bed than he was thinking about tying his wife to the bed. He gave her a practiced smile and she returned his plastic smile with a sexy look of sexual anticipation while he looked away with a look of boredom. He wanted to yawn but he controlled himself from insulting her. With her already knowing that he masturbates while watching Tiffany clean her kitchen with her pink, rubber gloves, he didn't want her suspecting that he was thinking of Tiffany now. The last thing he wanted to do was to make her feel unloved and unwanted when she was already on the bed naked while waiting for him to give her hot sex. Nonetheless with her already on the bed naked, with this the last thing he wanted to do, to have sex with his wife, he'd much rather be sitting in his chair, flipping channels, and drinking a beer. Only if Tiffany was in his bedroom with him instead of Linda, the last thing he'd be thinking of doing is sitting in his chair, flipping channels, and drinking a beer. He could only imagine what he'd do if he was here with Tiffany instead of here with Linda. If only Tiffany was here with him now naked instead of Linda, he'd be French kissing her while feeling her big tits and fingering her nipples. If only Tiffany was here with him now, he'd be reaching around her to feel and squeeze her round, firm ass before reaching between her legs to cup her black pussy in the palm of his hand. While kissing and kissing her, he'd rub her clit and finger her pussy. While kissing and kissing her, he'd make her as wet as she made him hard. If only Tiffany was here with him now instead of Linda, he'd fall between her legs and finger her while licking her. If only Tiffany was here with him now instead of Linda, he'd make slow, passionate, sweet love to her before pounding her pussy hard. He'd make her cum in the way that he imagined her making him cum when she stroked his cock before sucking his cock and before fucking his cock. For him to get off while having sex with Linda, from the first time he met Tiffany, he's had to imagine having sex with Tiffany while having sex with his wife. "Oh, my," she said flopping on the mattress and wiggling her shapely, naked ass all over the bed. * * * * * As if he had just depressed the sexual on button when he slapped her ass and ordered her to get naked, not wasting a minute, she unbuttoned and removed her blouse before unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt. For him to enjoy his wife stripping herself naked, having missed it while imagining Tiffany stripping naked, he had to replay Linda undressing in his mind. Not an easy thing for him to do, for him to get in the role as her sexually aroused husband, he needed to try and think of her undressing without thinking of Tiffany undressing. He needed to focus on his wife's middle-aged body and not on Tiffany's young body. Then, reaching behind herself, he recalled that she unhooked her bra and removed her bra to flash him her tits before tucking her fingers in her panties, she slid them down and off. In less than a minute, she was naked. Not the striptease show that he imagined Tiffany gave Bill, maybe he could have Tiffany give Linda some pointers in how to sexily strip while he watched. On the pretense of helping his wife be more seductive, maybe he could invite Tiffany over to strip for them. Giving him even more to masturbate over, he wouldn't mind Tiffany giving him a sexy, impromptu show of her beautiful, black body while slowly, sexily, sensually, and erotically stripping herself naked. Maybe making it a family event, he could ask Linda to invite her sister and mother over. He heard Jerry Spring say once, "The family that strips together, stays together." Much wiser than Joel Osteen, with him having his finger on the sexual pulse of men, Jerry Springer was such a wise man. "For Linda to really understand how to striptease Tiffany, with a picture worth a thousand words, you're going to have to strip yourself naked while Linda watches," he imagined saying to Tiffany to persuade her to strip naked. Still Tiffany with her big tits and shapely body not only took control of his mind but also took control of his sexual lust. For sure, if Tiffany was in the room with him, he'd much rather she gave him a slow striptease than having to suffer through watching Linda strip herself naked again. As if she was stripping on stage and enticing him to stick money in her G-string, he'd rather watch Tiffany remove each article of clothes very slowly, very sexily, and very erotically. Linda, his wife of too many years to sometimes remember, was on the bed with her knees up and her legs spread. She was naked and ready for sex. He looked at the pink of her pussy already wet and glistening from the overhead bedroom light. Turning away from her to turn off the overhead light for the preferred ambience of the nightstand light, if she was Tiffany instead of Linda, he'd light her up with a spotlight. Only, no longer sexually interested in his wife, Tiffany was who he wanted. Tiffany was who he thought of night and day. Tiffany was who he lusted over. Tiffany was who he watched clean her kitchen with her pink, rubber gloves while he masturbated over imagining her naked and having sex with her. Realizing that his sexual lust for Tiffany was a dead end street and nothing more than a sexual fantasy he enjoyed having, he needed to wrap his mind around his wife instead of the woman next door. He needed to enjoy what he had in hand instead of lusting over someone he'd never have. With her naked, sexually aroused, and in the mood for sex, she was ready for him to lick her and finger her before mounting her. With her awaiting his next sexual instruction, she was ready to do what every good wife should do, give her husband hot sex. Only, some things weren't as they seemed. If he couldn't have Tiffany, strangely enough, he was more interested in wearing Linda's clothes than he was in giving her hot sex. Sometimes wishing he was born a woman, he envied Linda's well-formed body, her modest breasts, her small waist, her curvy hips, and her shapely thighs. He stared at her bra and panties strewn on the floor as if they were beckoning him to wear them. Tempted to put on her bra and panties on as a joke, only he didn't want to rub his cross dressing secret life in her face, especially if she didn't think it funny. If he that made it obvious that he was a cross dresser, she may take that as a clue that he wanted to discuss not only his cross dressing but also that he arranged for three of his friends to give her hot sex. Not wanting to ruin the secret, sexual relationship they mutually enjoyed separately, he decided not to touch her bra and panty. He looked at her looking at him while waiting for him to join her. She wasn't a bad looking woman. Compared to many women her age she looked better than most. With her long legs and short, dark brown hair, she was pretty for a mature woman. She looked like Diane Venora, the woman who played Justine Hanna, Al Pacino's third wife in the movie Heat. If he was to compare her to a Hollywood celebrity, she looked a little like Courtney Cox...from a distance of a hundred yards...when not wearing his glasses. Thinking it may help arouse his sexual mood, he removed his glasses to look at his wife. Interestingly enough, she does look much better without his glasses. Maybe he should wear his glasses less and maybe he should start wearing his headphones more so that he doesn't hear her talking. After a while, with her nagging at him, especially when he's trying to watch TV, her voice is like static interference. Sometimes, he'd rather listen to an emergency broadcast wanting than to listen to her drone on and on about wanting to go somewhere and do something. Unfortunately what sexually excited him about her before didn't sexually excite him now. Tragically, something he never would have believed twenty years ago, it was as if seeing her naked was no big deal. He's seen her naked a thousand times and for him to have an erection when seeing her naked, he had to imagine seeing Tiffany naked. In the way that Linda being naked didn't sexually arouse him, she may have been fully dressed for all that he was interested. To tell the truth, if he couldn't see Tiffany naked, he'd much rather see Linda's sister or Linda's mother naked than to see his wife naked. Weird. What's that about? Yet, if she was any of his friends' wives, Linda's sister, or Linda's mother laying naked on his bed, he'd have an erection. He'd want them. Wishing that he could tie any of his friend's wives, his sister, and/or his mother-in-law naked to his bed, he'd be ready to give all of them hot sex. Why is that? An attractive woman, she has the same body parts as his friends' wives, better even. She has a mouth, a pussy, an ass, and hands. Why isn't he as sexually attracted to her in the way that he's sexually attracted to his friends' wives and to his sister and mother-in-law? Other than his abnormal sexual interest in Tiffany, he didn't understand his sudden sexual disinterest in his wife. Looking back in hindsight, before Tiffany even came on the scene, he couldn't count the number of times he's masturbated over the wives of his friends while imagining having sex with any one of them and all of them. He couldn't count the number of times he's masturbated while imagining Linda's sister, Kathy, his sexy sister naked and while having sex with her. He couldn't count the number of times he's masturbated while imagining Kathy on her knees while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes while his big, hard, hairy cock was humping her mouth. "Suck it. Suck my cock Kathy," he imagined saying to his sexy, sister-in-law while she stroked him and sucked him as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. He couldn't count the number of times he's imagined Linda's mother, Mary, his MILF of a mother naked and while having sex with her. He couldn't count the number of times he's imagined Mary on her knees while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes while his big, hard, hairy cock was buried in her mouth. "Suck it. Suck my cock Mary," he imagined saying to his MILF of a mother while she stroked him and sucked him as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. In the way he enjoyed slapping Linda's naked ass, he'd love to slap the naked asses of his friends' wives, his sister's naked ass, and his mother-in-law's naked ass. In the way that he'd love to slap all of their naked asses before tying them all to the bed, he'd love to slap Tiffany's beautiful black ass before tying her to the bed too. A sexual fantasy that he never grew tired of masturbating too, perhaps one day he'll have his sexual way with all the women he imagined disciplining and punishing. Not once, never has he masturbated over his wife in the way he's masturbated over having sex with the wives of his friends, his sister, his mother-in-law, and now Tiffany. Now that he's been married to her for so long, never does he masturbate over having sex with Linda in the way that he masturbates over having sex with anyone else, including Hollywood celebrities. After being married to her for a twenty years, it's shamefully inappropriate how he always wanted to have sex with anyone but with Linda. Before he was married to her, the only woman he wanted was Linda. Before he was married to her, he masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. The first year they were married, they had sex every day and every night. The second year they were married, they had sex three times a week. With their days of them being sexually intimate dwindling the longer they were married, now, he's not interested that she's naked on his bed and ready for sex. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 07 He wondered if he was married to any of his friends' wives or to Linda's sister or mother if he'd be lusting over Linda in the way he's lusted over all of them now. He wondered if his friends lusted over his wife in the way he lusts over their wives. If judging them by how he felt, he already knew the answer to that question. Oddly enough, if he was married to Tiffany instead of to Linda and they were still next door neighbors, he wondered if he'd lust over having sex with Linda in the way he lusts over having sex with Tiffany. He wondered if his friend, Bill, lusts over Linda in the way that he lusts over his wife. He only wished that Bill lusted over Linda in the way that Linda, no doubt, lusted over him. He only wished that Tiffany lusted over him in the way that he lusted over her. He only wished they could swap wives. Only with their swinging together never happening, he could always masturbate himself while imagining that it did happen. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 08 Please give me the support of your vote. * Bound to the bed and blindfolded, instead of taking her dancing, Walter gives his wife, Linda, what she really wants, hot sex. With her on her back naked and helpless, Walter imagined his wife, Linda, tied to the bedposts at her wrists and ankles. In the way she was staring at him was the same way he imagined himself staring at Tiffany if she was there tied to his bed naked. There was something so sexually exciting about seeing a naked woman seemingly helpless. There was something so sexually arousing about touching her, feeling her, and having sex with her while she struggled against her ties. With her on the bed so vulnerable, perhaps it was having total control of a naked woman. In the way that Linda's pussy was already wet and her nipples were already erect and hard when she obviously was imagining having sex with him was the way he was growing hard when imagining having sex with Tiffany. Only, maybe she wasn't thinking of him giving her sex at all. Maybe in the way he was thinking of having sex with Tiffany, she was thinking of having sex with his three friends. Nonetheless, whether Linda was thinking of having sex him or having sex with his three friends, he couldn't help himself from imagining Tiffany on her back naked and in the shape of a starfish while tied to his bed. He couldn't help himself from imagining Tiffany's wet, glistening pussy and her black nipples hard and erect waiting for him to finger them and suck them before fingering her and licking her. He couldn't help himself from imagining having sex with Tiffany instead of with Linda. For sure, in the horny way she was over him or over his three friends, was the horny way he was over the thoughts of seeing Tiffany naked tied to his bed and having sex with her. As a seductive appetizer, if he asked his wife to masturbate herself, she probably would. He wondered if Tiffany was there now instead of Linda, if he asked her to masturbate herself in front of him, if she would. So different from watching a man masturbate himself, there was something so erotic about watching a woman masturbate herself. When a man masturbates himself, he just strokes his cock faster and faster until he cums. When a woman masturbates herself, she makes love to her naked body. In the way she feels her breasts and fingers her nipples while closing her eyes and making sexually excited faces, it's so much more sexually arousing to watch a woman masturbate than it is to watch a man masturbate himself. Then, when she rubs her clit while fingering her pussy as she continues to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples is like watching a one woman naked show. Finally, if she uses a vibrator and/or a dildo on herself that's a masturbation bonus. When she was working as a stripper, he imagined Tiffany masturbating herself in front of lots of men. He imagined herself coiling her sexy body around a pole while stripping off her clothes. He imagined her sitting naked in front of an audience of men with her legs spread wide open while she played with her pussy. God only knows what she did in the VIP rooms. He imagined that she could give him quite a sexy show and a much better sex show than Linda ever could. Only, with Linda already naked and with him delaying in tying his wife to the bed and blindfolding her, his friends were already on their way over. Besides, he had something else in mind than asking his wife to masturbate herself. He needed to get her ready for his friends. He needed to make sure that she was ready to have a sexual good time. He opened her dresser drawer and pulled out four scarves, a red one, a green one, a blue one, and a yellow one. * * * * * "Give me your hand," he said. She looked at him as if she had forgotten something. "Wait," she said sitting up in bed to reach over to the nightstand. "Let me put on some lipstick first. I know how much you enjoy kissing me when my lips are coated," she said with a laugh. Only he knew they'd be no one kissing her tonight. "I love that shade of lipstick on you," he said. Watching her put on that color lipstick made him want to go out and buy the same shade. He picked it up from the nightstand to look at the label on the bottom, Corvette red. "Actually, knowing you better than that, lipstick on the dipstick," she said with a dirty laugh while giving him a sexy look. "I know how much you enjoying seeing my lipstick all over your cock." Only, she wouldn't be sucking his cock. She'll be sucking the cocks of his three friends. His three friends would be the ones humping her mouth and fucking her face before cumming in her mouth and watching her swallow. If she could have sex with his three friends, perhaps she'll agree to have sex with others in the swinging lifestyle. Yet, he'd rather show up at a swingers' dance with Tiffany than with Linda. Only, if he had Tiffany as his lover, he'd never want to share her in the way that he was so eager to share his wife with his three friends. He watched her put on her lipstick amazed that she didn't even have to look in the mirror to perfectly apply it. He wished he didn't have to gaze at himself in the mirror when he was applying his makeup. Even then, while staring at his lips in the mirror, he always managed to smudge some lipstick over his top lip and/or under his bottom lip. He could never keep his hand steady enough to perfectly coat his lips. As if he was painting one of his model cars instead of painting his lips, the lip gloss was easier for him to master. The hardest part of cross dressing for him, he had the most difficult doing his eyes. Unable to keep his eyes open for fear of poking himself in the eye with mascara or an eyeliner pencil, he didn't know how women did all that they do to appeal to men. Only, he'd never shave his legs. Unable to wear light color pantyhose with his hair showing through he had to wear dark pantyhose or no pantyhose at all. He felt sexier when he didn't wear any pantyhose. "I really like that bright, red color on you," he said while thinking of her getting bright, red lipstick all over his friends' cocks. "It makes you look sexy. It makes you look hot." Tiffany always wore lipstick but with many of her lipstick shades muted. Her lipstick colors weren't as bright as the lipstick colors that Linda wore. Sometimes Tiffany applied bright, red lipstick and when she did, her lips popped against the contrast of her dark skin. Anytime he saw her wearing that shade of lipstick, he imagined kissing her. He imagined her on her knees while looking up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes as she sucked his cock. He imagined her getting her red lipstick all over his penis. She had fuller lips than did Linda. He'd love to kiss her full, red lips instead of Linda's thin, red lips. He'd love for Tiffany to get lipstick all over his dipstick. He'd love to hump her mouth and fuck her face. Instead, spoiling his sexual fantasy of Tiffany, he watched Linda looking at him and smiling while fixing her lipstick by moving her lips as if she was kissing herself. Then, she ran a brush through her hair, first one side and then the other. "Okay, I'm ready. How do I look?" He returned her smile with his smile. "Beautiful," he said meaning it. Indeed she was a good looking woman but when she stood next to Tiffany, there was no comparison. Tiffany was a hidden jewel discovered in a box of marbles. Tiffany was one of a kind. There was no one else like her. The fact that she had a job stripping off her clothes when she easily could have been a fashion design model in the way of Naomi Campbell or an actress in the way of Vanessa Williams was such a tragic waste of her. * * * * * Instead of surrendering her hand to him, Linda reached out for him and felt his sleeping cock through his pants. Just as she started fondling and rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb and index to give him an erection, she looked at him with astonishment when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm forward. As if she didn't know what he was doing when they did this before, just last month, she looked at him with sexual arousal when he unraveled one of the scarves. Remembering her look, she looked at him in the way she looked at him last month, before he blindfolded her. Obviously knowing that he was calling his friends to sexually service his wife, she looked at him in the way she looked at him last month after he called his three friends over to do his wife. When he was busy unraveling the scarves, she pulled her hand away to finger his cock through his pants again. In the way she was touching him through his pants, he imagined Tiffany touching him through his pants. If only Tiffany was here instead of Linda, he'd never call anyone else to sexually service her. "Oh Walter," she said in her sexiest voice. "Someone is getting an erection." He wondered if she knew it was his three friends having sex with her naked body and not him. He wondered if she knew he thought about Tiffany naked when seeing her naked. If she knew, in the same way she doesn't say anything about him being a cross dresser, she doesn't say anything about his three friends having their wicked, sexual way with her naked body. If she knew she was having sex with his three friends and if she knew that he was a cross dresser, never speaking of it, she kept all of that to herself. Yet, if nothing else, her having sex with his three friends gave him plenty of masturbation material. Moreover, he liked the fact that she didn't mention her having sex with his friends or him being a cross dresser. They'd cross that bridge and slide down that slippery slope when they're both ready to discuss the obvious. Still, how could she not know it was his three friends having sex with her naked body and not him? Maybe one day he'll ask her if she knew it was his three friends having sex with her bound and blindfolded, naked body. Maybe one day, he'll get up the courage to ask her if she'd like to participate in the swinging lifestyle. Maybe one day, he'll ask her if she knows he's a cross dresser. Maybe one day, he'll confessed his sexual attraction to Tiffany, as if she doesn't already know that, and ask her if she'd like to have sex with Bill in the way he'd love to have sex with Tiffany. For now with neither of them ready to openly discuss it, this wasn't the day. "C'mon quit fooling around and give me your hand," he said impatiently while brushing her fingers from his cock. Eager to go downstairs to let in his friends, he just wanted to sit in his chair, watch TV while flipping channels, and drink a beer and perhaps watch Tiffany clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown while he masturbated. A telling sign of the declining condition of their sexual relationship, interesting that he'd rather masturbate over Tiffany cleaning her kitchen than to watch his three friends having sex with his wife. * * * * * He considered staying in the room with his three friends this time to watch them having sex with his wife but he'd rather imagine all of what they did than to actually see all that they did. Besides, when he asked his friends for details, his friends told him everything they did to his wife and everything Linda did to them. From what they told him, not only did his friends all have a good, sexual time with his wife but she had a good, sexual time with his friends too. With none of them volunteering their wives to him, he wondered if his friends would ever allow him to have sex with their wives. Only, not all women were as slutty as Linda. Once a slut always a slut. Even though Linda professed otherwise, for her to suck and fuck his friends, definitely, she was a slut. Yet, loyal to him, albeit but for this sexual orgy that he arranged, she was his slut and she'd be with him, no doubt, until death do they part. Alas, his hope of ever being with Tiffany one day was nothing more than a sexual fantasy he enjoyed having while watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. He thought about his three friends again coming to sexually satisfy his wife. Basically, not only did they all see Linda naked, they all felt, fondled and sucked her tits while fingering her pussy. Then, while fingering her pussy, they all licked her pussy before fucking her pussy. After she had six orgasms, three oral orgasms and three vaginal orgasms, she sucked their cocks and all three of his friends ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed three loads of cum. With him a lucky man in that regard, how many wives would silently agree to have a gangbang while pretending she didn't know it wasn't her husband giving her hot sex? If she sucked three different cocks and swallowed three separate loads of cum wasn't evidence that there were three men in the room, he didn't know what else would be so telling. Yet, a silent, secret game they played, just as he didn't discuss his cross dressing with her, she didn't discuss her having sex with his three friends with him. With him tying her to the bed and arranging for his three friends to have sex with her, just as he knew she was having sex with other man, of course she knew that he was a cross dresser. Even though he asked his friends not to kiss his wife on the mouth and not to talk to her when with her, with him fearing that she'd know it wasn't him, yet, seriously, how could she not know she was having sex with three men instead of one? With them being together for twenty years, how could she not know she wasn't having sex with her husband? Even if they didn't kiss her on the mouth and even if they didn't talk, how could she not know it wasn't his cock in her mouth and in her pussy? She had to know. She must know. Granted he asked his friends not to kiss her and not to speak when with her but how could she not know that wasn't him having sex with her naked body? At his age, he'd have to be superhuman to cum three times. Perhaps, in addition to being tied to the bed, the blindfold was the reason, her excuse actually to pretend she didn't know she was having sex with his three friends instead of with him. Perhaps, if not for the blindfold, if she knew his three friends were in the room with her when she was naked, undoubtedly, she'd never go through with him tying her to the bed in readiness to sexually service his three friends. Yet, if she could feign her innocence and moral modesty by pretending that she didn't know it was his three friends having sex with her perhaps, as long as he blindfolded her, she'd readily agree to participate in the swinging lifestyle later. With her tied to the bed and blindfolded, he gave her the perfect alibi to have swinging sex with his three friends. * * * * * "What are you doing with those scarves?" As if she didn't know. Having done this before, she acted as if she didn't know what he was going to do with the scarves. She knew exactly what he was going to do with the scarves just as, undoubtedly, she knew that he called his three friends and that his three friends were coming to the house to have sex with her. No doubt, her unspoken code, without having to ask him to call his three friends, she started all of the nagging with him as her pretense not so much to go somewhere and to do something but for him to call his friends to have sex with her. He moved to the side of the bed while snapping the scarfs on the side of her ass. Unlike many of the women her age, she still had a nice figure. She watched what she ate and she exercised. If she wasn't his wife and if he saw her walking through the mall, he'd probably look at her twice. If he wasn't already married to her, still attracted to her albeit not sexually, he'd probably ask her out on a date. Oddly enough, if she wasn't his wife but someone else's wife, he'd probably lust over her. If she was someone else's woman, he'd probably want her and wish he could have sex with her. What is that about? Is it because he has her and has already had sex with her numerous times the reason why he no longer wants her sexually? "You'll see," he said tying her right wrist to the bedpost with the red scarf. "Give me your other wrist," he said walking to the other side of the bed to tie her left wrist to the other bedpost with the yellow scarf. Willingly she gave him her wrist. As soon as he tied her wrists to the bed, her nipples erected again and her pussy glistened. "Now your leg," he said. As soon as her nipples erected, her pussy glistened. As soon as her nipples erected and her pussy glistened, he wondered if she was thinking of having sex with him. As soon as her nipples erected and her pussy glistened, he suspect she was thinking, instead, of having sex with his three friends. If only Tiffany was here with him now naked and tied to his bed, he'd love to see her nipples harden and her pussy run wet with her vaginal juices. He tied her left ankle with the green scarf before tying her right ankle with the blue scarf. As soon as he spread her legs to tie her ankles to the bedposts, he could really see that her pussy was already wet with her vaginal secretions. When he wasn't even hard, she was already wet. When he wasn't even hard, she was ready for sex. If he was tying one of his friends' wives, his sexy sister, his MILF of a mother-in-law, and/or Tiffany to his bed naked, he'd have an erection. With Linda better looking and having a better body than all of them except for Tiffany, he didn't understand why he wasn't sexually excited over them and not sexually excited over her. Next, careful of her hair and wanting her to look pretty for his friends, he blindfolded her. "Kinky," she said. "It's been a long time since you tied me to the bed and blindfolded me." Seemingly she has a short memory when it was just last month that he tied her to the bed. If it was up to him, he'd tie her to the bed every week. If it was up to him, he'd have a different trio of men having sex with her bound, blindfolded, and naked body. If it was up to him, he'd put a gag in her mouth so that she'd stop talking, only she wouldn't be able to suck his friends' cocks if he gagged her. Most definitely, if it was up to him, he'd have her do more of his friends, all of his friends. If it was up to him, he'd have sex with all of their wives while they all had sex with his wife. If it was up to him, he'd have Tiffany naked and tied to his bed while he fucked her and she sucked him. "I'll be right back. I just wanna brush my teeth," he said. Instead he went downstairs and opened the front door to let in his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 09 Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter sneaks his three friends in his house to have sex with his bound and blindfolded, naked wife. "Shh," said Walter to his three friends while whispering. "Remember, just like last month, no talking. While you're up in my bedroom, other than the sound you make when licking my wife's pussy, no one makes a sound. Okay? Once you make any other sound other than a licking sound, she'll no that it's not me in bed with her." Walter looked from Jim to Tom and to Henry to make sure that they understood not to talk when with his tied to the bed and blindfolded wife. "Got it," said Jim. "Don't worry Walter, we won't make a sound. We'll be as quiet as mice and as horny as rats," he said looking from Henry and Tom and laughing. Walter looked at his friend while thinking of Tiffany naked and wearing bright red lipstick. "Shh. Quiet. Keep it down. She'll hear us," said Walter. Walter sighed with what he was about to do again. A normal man would be sexually excited to sit in the bedroom while watching his wife having sex with three men, but he wasn't. He'd be more content staying downstairs in his den while sitting in his chair and having a beer. He hoped that Tiffany would make an appearance in her kitchen while his three friends were upstairs with his wife. He'd rather sit in his chair and masturbate over Tiffany flashing him her tits, ass, and pussy than watching his three friends having sex with his wife. "Sorry Walter," said Jim. "I'm just excited to be with Linda again. It was awesome the last time you invited us over to have sex with her. Did she say anything about her having a good sexual time?" After asking his friends for all of the juicy details, Walter replayed all that his three friends did with his wife and all that his wife did with the three men. With her tied to the bed naked last month as she is again this month, not only did they see Linda naked but also they touched, felt, and fondled her in places where only her husband should touch, feel, and fondle her. Then, one at a time, giving her an oral orgasm with their fingers and tongue, they licked her pussy and three more orgasms while fucking her. The group sex culminated with her sucking their cocks, allowing them to cum in her mouth, and swallowing. "Nah, we didn't discuss. Even though I suspect she may know that three men are giving her hot sex, it's a game we play," said Walter. Walter didn't tell them that just as he masturbates over ogling Tiffany from afar, he masturbated over the thoughts of his three friends having sex with his wife. "I know what you mean," said Henry. "Sometimes it's best to leave things unsaid." If only they knew what else he left unsaid. With him knowing these men for nearly twenty years, none of them suspected that he was a cross dresser. None of them suspected that he was wearing panties beneath his pants now. "So listen," said Walter. "Even though she's applied her bright, Corvette red lipstick to her lips and, no doubt, is expecting to be kissed, whatever you do, don't kiss her on the lips. I mean it. Even though I know you all want to make out with my wife, do not kiss Linda. Do you understand? Promise me that you won't kiss Linda on the lips. As soon as you kiss her, she'll know it's not me up there with her and that would ruin everything for me." Walter knew that once Linda was made to know and publically shamed that she was having sex with three of his friends, there'd no longer be that silent, mutual understanding between them. With the both of them out of the closet, so to speak, with her having to admit that she knew she was having sex with his friends, he'd have to come clean about his cross dressing, something that he wasn't ready to do yet. "We promise," said the three men nearly in unison as if they were school children being instructed by their teacher. Walter would much rather keep things the way that they are with Linda being sexually satisfied by three of his sexually frustrated and horny friends than feeling pressured and berated to take her somewhere and do something with her. Obviously, where Walter was no longer interested in having sex with his wife and yearned to have sex with Tiffany, Jim, Henry, and Tom were happy to take Walter's place and have sex with his wife, Linda. She was not only better looking than all of their wives but also she had a much better body than any of their wives too. Moreover, where none of their wives were sexual and didn't like sex, Linda was a sexy sexpot and loved sex. Where none of their wives sucked cock, Linda loved sucking cock. "With no one kissing the same, once you kiss her on the lips, she'll know that it's not me," said Walter reinforcing that he didn't want any of them kissing his wife. "Once you part her lips with your tongue and stick your tongue in her mouth, she'll know that it's not me in the room with her but someone else. That someone else is the scary part. I don't want to frighten her. I don't want her to think that there's an intruder in the house and that she's being raped and forced to have group, gangbang sex with three men." After giving them his warning, Walter looked from each of his three friends to make sure that they all agreed to his conditions. Instead of agreeing to his conditions, Tom stole the floor by going off on another movie tangent in the way that only he could do. "That's just like that sexy, rape scene in Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange," said Tom with a diabolical laugh. He was the movie buff in the room. "After forcing themselves in someone's house on the pretense they need to use to phone because of a car accident, first they cut holes in her red jumpsuit of the woman of the house with a pair of scissors. That was so hot with her naked underneath and the camera zooming in to show her tits, her bush, and her ass protruding from her sheared away jumpsuit." Walter sighed and rolled his eyes while allowing his friend to have the floor. "I remember that movie," said Henry. "With us used to the censors of the 50's and 60's, that was an outrageous sex scene back then." Walter was ready to return the dialogue to the business at hand of his three friends having group sex with his wife but Tom beat him to the punch again. "Then they stripped her naked, gangbanged her, and forced her husband to watch them all raping his wife. Right up there with Last Tango in Paris and Caligula that was a hot scene in Clockwork Orange was outrageous for a movie made in 1971. Actually, I'd like to do that with my wife," said Tom with a dirty laugh. "I'd love to set her up and watch her having sex with and being gangbanged by three of four guys. That would be so hot." Walter looked at his friend shocked that he said that about wanting to watch his wife pull a train. Yet, what Tom wanted his wife to do with three of four men was no different than what he was allowing them to do with his wife. Only, not a stupid woman, he suspected that Linda knew she was having sex with three of his friends. Seriously, how could she not know? With them not discussing what happened, by not talking about it, Linda was free to have sex with other men and Walter was free from taking her places and doing things when he'd much rather flop in his chair, watch TV, and have a beer. Only, now with Tiffany cleaning her kitchen practically naked, watching her washing her floor was better than watching any movie or TV show. Only, being that she's an ex-stripper, he wished she'd clean her kitchen naked. He'd love to masturbate to seeing her naked body scrubbing her kitchen floor. "Actually, Tom, I'm glad you mentioned that about wanting to see your wife pull a train," said Walter. "Now that you've done every sexual thing to my wife, and now that she's sucked all of your cocks and you've ejaculated in her mouth, how come you don't reciprocate and allow me to have sex with your wives?" Jim looked at Walter with horror while making a sour face. "Good God, Walter, my wife, Debbie, would never go for something like that," said Jim shaking his head while waving his hands as if he was trying to stop a car. "Why do you think I agreed to have sex with Linda? Debbie doesn't give me sex anymore. Even when she gave me sex, she doesn't suck cock. Believe me, she's nothing like Linda in bed. Linda is a wildcat. Linda is the best lay I've ever had." Jim looked at Walter and smiled. "Here, here," said Tom as if he was a Member of Parliament. "Without exception, Linda is the best piece of ass I've ever had too. There's no doubt about that. No disrespect Walter. I mean that as a high compliment. Your wife is primo." Tom looked at Walter and smiled. "No disrespect taken," said Walter. "I take Linda being a great piece of ass as a compliment. I'm glad you're enjoying my wife. Maybe somehow later, down the road, you can repay my sexual generosity by shoveling out my driveway or give me a free ticket to a football game," he said with a laugh. Nonetheless this open dialogue exchange about how Linda compares to their wives sexually was interesting. Now that he's seeing how some of these other men live when not being married to a hot wife, Walter bit his lip while wondering if he was making a mistake sharing his wife. Had it not been for him lusting over Tiffany, perhaps he'd still sexually lust over Linda in the way his three friends sexually lusted over his wife. "Here, here," said Henry echoing Tom's response. Walter looked at Henry. With them all saying the same complimentary things about how Linda is in bed, now he wondered if she was different in bed with them than she was with him. Perhaps, with her sexual batteries recharge, it's the novelty that she's having sex with three, new men instead of having the same old sex with him. "The few times my wife blew me, I wasn't allowed to cum in her mouth," said Jim. "When I was ready to cum, she'd pull me out of her mouth to cum all over her hand or on her A cup breasts. Trust me Walter," said Jim shaking his head. "You don't want to have sex with my wife. Trust me Walter, you're the one with the hot wife. If she was my wife, I'd never allow any of you assholes to have sex with her," said Jim with a quiet laugh. With a sad expression on his face to all that Jim had said, Tom shook his head in agreement. "My wife, Christine is the same. She's modestly moral," said Tom. "A virgin when I married her, I'm the only guy she's ever had sex with. With me reaping the benefits of her past, and with her still acting like a God damn virgin now, I sometimes wish she had been more sexually experienced before marrying me. Maybe if a few men saw her naked, she'd allow me to see her naked too." Someone who only talked about what movie he saw or wanted to see, Walter looked at Tom shocked by his personal and private, sexual confession. "My wife wasn't a virgin, but it's obvious that she doesn't like sex," said Henry. Wow. Walter thought he had a problem. Compared to Jim, Tom, and now Henry he was lucky that Linda loved having sex. "Maybe she just doesn't like having sex with you," said Jim with a chuckle. After knowing these men for nearly two decades, it took Walter to allow them the sexual use of his wife for them to open up to him and talk about their most intimate things that they did with their wives behind closed bedroom doors. "Even now, after we've been married for 22-years, I've never seen the woman naked," said Tom. "When she's not changing in the bathroom, she dresses and undresses in the dark. Just like Jim's wife, my wife doesn't suck cock either. She dabbles. I've never ejaculated in my wife's mouth in the way that I've ejaculated in Linda's mouth. Christine would never allow me to cum in her mouth and even if I did ejaculated in her mouth by holding her head in place with my hand to the back of her head, she'd never swallow. Not to mention, if I ever held her mouth in place by putting my hand to the back of her head and ejaculated in her mouth, she'd be so pissed at me that she'd punch me." Seemingly the men all grew uncomfortable discussing their private sex lives or lack of a sex life so openly and so publically. "Wow, that sucks literally," said Jim with a laugh. "At least my wife walks around naked. She even makes breakfast in her bra and panties sometimes. Especially when we're having pancakes with syrup, she says she doesn't want wrinkle or soil her clothes while having breakfast. My wife doesn't have Linda's shapely body but she doesn't look bad when walking around in her sexy bra and panty." Walter put a hand to Jim's shoulder. "You need to invite me over your house for breakfast," said Walter with a dirty, little laugh. Nodding his head too in sadness, Henry had the same sad, dejected, and rejected look on his face that Jim and Tom had. "I have the same sad story," said Henry. "A very nice woman otherwise, a good cook and a wonderful mother, my Janice is a cold bitch in bed. I can count the number of times we've had sex on one hand in the past year." Everyone remained quiet until Jim acknowledge Henry's comment. "That sucks," said Jim. Obvious uncomfortable with the bent that the conversation too, the four men all looked down at their shoes until Henry spoke again. "I've never been with a woman like Linda, Walter," said Henry. "Not only is she a beautiful woman but also she's a generous lover. You are a lucky man to have a woman like that in your bed every night. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbate over all that I sexually did to you wife, Walter, and all that she sexually did to me." "Too much information Henry," said Jim with a laugh. "None of us want to hear about you masturbating over Linda." "Seriously though, if Linda was my wife, I'd have sex with her every day, multiple times a day. I don't mean any disrespect and I say this as a compliment, but she's a great cocksucker. No one has ever sucked my cock in the way that Linda has sucked my prick. I dare any man not to cum when being sucked by your wife, Walter." Walter looked at the men with surprise. He didn't realized what he had in Linda until he heard the sad, personal sex stories along with the compliments of his wife's sexual prowess from his three friends. Maybe he's not as bad off as he thinks he is being married to Linda. Maybe forgetting about Tiffany, he should reconcile with Linda and give her what she wants and what she needs. "Thank you, I think," said Walter with an uncomfortable laugh with Henry telling him what a great cocksucker his wife was. When all he could think of is having sex with Tiffany and Tiffany sucking his cock, here are his three best friends telling him how wonderful, hot, and sexy Linda is in bed and what a great cocksucker she is. Maybe he should romance her again in the way he did when they were first dating. Maybe he should take her out more, go places, and do things with her instead of begrudgingly taking her along with him to Home Depot. That surely would make her happy if he showed more interest in her and was more attentive to her needs. Only, maybe she really doesn't want to go places and do things with him in the way that she'd rather have hot sex with his three friends. With this arrangement seemingly working, maybe he shouldn't rock the boat and leave what he's doing with Linda and his three friends alone. Besides, too late now, with him inviting his three friends to have sex with his wife, there's no closing Pandora's Box once it's been opened. "Thank you," said Walter. "Linda does love sucking cock, that's for sure. I couldn't even begin to count how many blowjobs she's given me over the years. From the first time I dated her, she's always been something of a slut. Forget about hoping for a goodnight's kiss, she sucked my cock on our first date," he said with a dirty laugh. The three men looked at him in awe. "Wow," said Jim. "My wife didn't even feel my cock through my pants until we were engaged. Just curious, being that you brought it up, tell me this then, did she allow you to cum in her mouth on the first date?" The three men looked at Walter with sexual anticipation while waiting for him to answer Jim's question. "Yes," said Walter. "And she swallowed too." As if he had thrown a bucket of water at him or slapped them all across the face, they wouldn't have looked as shocked as they looked now. "Holy shit," said Tom. "I wish Christine had given me a blowjob on our first date. She didn't put my cock in her mouth until our Honeymoon and that was only for a few seconds." The three men remained silent until Henry responded. "Lucky bastard," said Henry. "Don't worry Walter. Just like last month, we won't kiss her on the lips, even though she's wicked pretty and even though I'd love nothing better than to make out with your sexy wife," said Henry. Walter smiled with satisfaction that his friends would take good care of his wife while not revealing their dirty, little secret. "I want my wife to think that it's me having sex with her. I want my wife to think that it's me with her and not you three guys," said Walter. "The last thing I need is for her to think that I'm pimping her out to my friends." He looked from each of his three friends. "Don't worry Walter. We'll take her one at a time," said Tom shaking Walter's hand. "With her blindfolded not only will she not know that it's three men in her bedroom but also she'll think that it's just you in her bedroom. Walter looked at Tom and smiled while knowing better. Just as he knew that Linda suspected that he was a cross dresser, he figured she knew that his three friends were having sex with her tied to the bed and blindfolded, naked body. "Thank you," said Walter. Jim shuffled his feet while stuffing his hands deep in his pockets. It was obvious to Walter that Jim had something on his mind. "It's a just shame we can't kiss her, French kiss her," said Jim shaking Walter's hand too. "I always French kiss when I'm making love. I've always wanted to kiss Linda." Walter was a little taken aback by Jim's response in not only wanting to kiss his wife but also in wanting to make love to Linda. "Get this straight," said Walter. "You're not making love to my wife. You're just giving her hot sex. You're eating her pussy and fucking her is all. In return, she's sucking your cocks. I'm the only one who makes love to my wife. As soon as you kiss her, French kiss her, she'll know that it's not me but someone else. She'll panic and think that she's being raped. Besides, just as I don't want Linda falling in love with any of you, I hope none of you guys are falling in love with my wife." Walter looked at his three friends again as if giving them all a silent warning. "Got it," said Henry. "Don't worry Walter. We won't make love to your wife and we promise not to kiss Linda. We'll just fuck her. We'll just give her hot sex while hoping that she'll suck our cocks again." Henry offered Walter his hand to shake. "Okay," said Walter. "Strip off your clothes down here and go upstairs. Just as she was last month, she's tied to the bed naked and blindfolded," he said whispering. "Remember only one at a time and no talking and no kissing. Okay? Don't forget. Please don't forget." The three men busied themselves undressing. "We won't forget," said Tom speaking for the group. With them ready to have sex with Linda, they piled their clothes on the stairs. "Definitely she'd know it wasn't me if any of you talked and if any of you kissed her. Lastly, don't forget only one man at a time," warned Walter again. "It would really be obvious to her that there was someone else in the room with her if she felt six hands and three cocks." Suddenly the vision of three men swarming all over Linda's naked body filled him with sexual desire for his wife. He thought about having wife swapping sex with Bill and Tiffany. In exchange for having sex with Tiffany, he'd offer Linda to Bill, as long as Linda agreed to such a swinging arrangement. After hearing glowing, sexual reports on his wife's sexual performance, he now felt as if he had something good enough to trade. He'd love to have an affair where he had sex with Tiffany and Bill had sex with Linda. With no sneaking around, no guilt, and no remorse, wife swapping was the adult way to handle his sexual lust for his best friend's wife. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 09 "Okay Walter," said Jim offering him his hand to shake too. "Just as she didn't suspect anything last month, she won't suspect anything this month either." With the three men suddenly so solemn and somber, they more looked like they were walking up to the executioner's gallows than they should look walking upstairs to have sex with Linda. "Trust me," said Tom. "We don't want to ruin a good thing. We appreciate you allowing us to have our wicked, sexual way with your wife." Walter wished he felt as appreciative to have sex with his wife but he didn't. He wished he could recapture that sexual excitement he once had when he first married her. Now his lust is reserved for someone else. Tiffany has the control of his brain, his sexual lust, and his cock. "Yeah, she'll never know it's us giving her hot sex," said Henry. He just hoped to God that none of the three men talked. He hoped to God that none of the three men kissed Linda. He hoped to God that none of the three men sneezed. That's all that it would take for Linda to know that she was there with someone else and not him. "I'll be in the den watching TV and having a beer," said Walter. "When you're done with my wife, come downstairs, get dressed, and just let yourselves out. I'll talk to you about what happened tonight, tomorrow." Just as Walter turned to go in the Den, Linda yelled down to him. "Walter?" Linda called from the upstairs bedroom. "Where the Hell are you? I hear voices. Are you talking to yourself again?" Shit. He looked at his watch. He was supposed to be brushing his teeth and he's been down here yapping for 15 minutes. "I'll be right up Honey. I'm coming up now," he said winking at his three friends. "Good luck," he said as he left his friends to walk up to his bedroom while he walked in his den. Ready to give Linda hot sex in the way they did last month and no doubt hoped to do again next month, Jim, Henry, and Tom crept up the stairs naked and in single file, one behind the other. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 10 Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter's falls in love with Bill's wife, Tiffany, his best friend's wife. A black Nubian princess, neighbor and friend, she's an ex-stripper. Being as quiet as he could be so that Linda didn't hear him rattling around downstairs, Walter went in the kitchen, grabbed himself a couple of beers and quietly opened them in the kitchen with a bottle opener. He stood at the bottom of the stairs to listen if he could hear anything coming from his bedroom before heading into the den. Not expecting to hear any voices, if expecting to hear anything at all, he expected to hear his mattress creaking and when he did, he walked in the den and sat in his chair. No doubt one of his friends was already licking Linda or maybe even fucking his wife. Maybe she begins by sucking all of their cocks to make them hard enough to penetrate her. Nah, if she did that, then she'd know there were three men in the bedroom with her and not just one, him, her husband. Thinking more about Linda with his three friends now than he ever did before, he needs to ask his friends how they begin having sex with her. He wondered which one of his friends went first. Now wishing he was upstairs watching his wife having sex with his three friends, he was more curious now about Linda having sex with his friends than he was the first time she had sex with his friends. He sat there in the dark reflecting on Linda upstairs with three of his friends while he waited, hopefully for Tiffany to make an appearance in her sexy, short, low cut nightgown to clean her kitchen. After watching her night after night cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown, it was then that he realized he was in love with her. He was in love with Tiffany. No doubt about it, he loved Tiffany. He was in love with his best friend's wife. He loved his black, sexy, ex-stripper of a neighbor and sexy, young friend. He's always liked Tiffany and he's always enjoyed talking to her and being around her but it wasn't until he let go of his wife to his three friends that he realized that Tiffany is the only woman he wants. Thinking about no one else, not even his own wife, Linda, Tiffany was all that he thought about. Tiffany's beautiful, black body, her long shapely legs and her big C or small D cup breasts, was always on his mind. He thought about holding her black body against him while kissing her full, brown lips and looking into her big, beautiful, brown eyes. He thought about touching her beautiful black hair but then remembered the comment that Chris Rock, a black comedian made about a black woman's hair. "You never touch a black woman's hair," he said while laughing with the audience. Maybe most black women put relaxers and straightening products in their hair but Tiffany had beautiful, lush, soft, straight black hair. She had hair like a white woman, an Indian woman, or an American Indian woman. With her skin lighter than most black woman, perhaps she had some white blood in her somewhere along her ancestry. Perhaps her great, great, great grandmother was a slave who was sexually abused by her white owner. Perhaps she has some history that she hasn't shared with him yet. No longer even thinking about her beautiful hair, he thought more about her beautiful body. He thought about touching and feeling her where only her husband was allowed to touch and feel her. He thought about having sex with her before making love to her and before fucking her. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black woman. He wondered what it would be like to be married to a black woman. He wondered how different an interracial marriage would be from a Caucasian marriage. Not turning on the TV and not turning on a light, he sat there in the dark as if he was being punished and/or as if he was a prisoner put in a dark hole in solitary confinement. He sat there in the dark while wondering what it would be like to be divorced from Linda and married to Tiffany. Perhaps no different in sexual desire for the same woman from his friend, he wondered if Bill had those same thoughts when he left his white wife and divorced his first wife, Connie, to marry Tiffany. He sipped his beer and put his beer down before lighting up a cigarette. Finally, after working a long, hard week at the mill and with Linda sexually occupied and no longer nagging him to take her somewhere and do something with her, he was able to relax. He took a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette while thinking of Linda and Tiffany. The two women couldn't be any more different. With Linda average height, white, petite, and pretty, Tiffany was tall, black, shapely, and beautiful. In his mind, there was no comparison between the two women. In his mind, if he had the choice, he'd prefer one over the other. If he had a choice, with her his wife and married to her forever, he'd want to live the rest of his life as Tiffany's husband. While his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom were upstairs with his wife, Linda, and having a good sexual time, he was sitting alone in the dark sexually lusting over his black beauty of a neighbor. With his wife having sex with his friends not bothering him before, it bothered him somewhat now. He was angry that Linda was getting what she so wanted, hot sex while he was sexually frustrated when wishing he could sexually be with Tiffany. He was pathetic lusting over his best friend's wife. He wondered if he'd lust over Tiffany as much if she was white instead of black. He wondered if the reason why he sexually lusted over her was because she was seemingly unattainable and forbidden fruit with her being the wife of another man. 'Thou shalt not covert your neighbor's wife.' Nonetheless his anger and sexual frustration, for the present time, he was happy to finally be alone with his thoughts without Linda at him all the time? A little of her goes a long way sometimes. Yet, his precious loving wife, the love of his life, he loved her. He really, truly, and utterly loved her. One of the best times he had with her was having a hot dog with her outside of Home Depot. For the first time in a long time, they talked in the way they always used to do when they were first dated. For him to give her what she obviously wanted, hot sex, something that he can no longer give her especially in the way that three men can, he loves her. Only, he loves Tiffany too. An age old question but something that's never happened to him, can he possibly be in love with two woman at the same time. "Ah, this is the life," he said taking a swig of his beer and another long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette. "This is the time I love when alone without having Linda around incessantly talking and nagging at me." Only it needled at him that he was downstairs alone and Linda and his friends were upstairs having sex while Tiffany, his sexy Goddess, didn't even know he existed as a man who wanted her. Yet, now, after hearing Jim, Tom, and Henry going on and on about the sexual prowess of Linda, he was confused. He was torn between two woman, one woman he already had and the other woman he so wanted. Maybe he was underestimating what he already had in her as his loving wife. Perhaps he wasn't holding the love, the caring, the companionship, the friendship, and the sexual value of his wife high enough in esteem. Suddenly he felt much like the dog in Aesop's Fable, The Dog and his Bone. The fable is about a dog holding a bone while looking at his reflection in the water and thinking that the reflection of the imaginary dog had better bone. The dog dropped one for the other and lost both in the way he may drop Linda for an imaginary love affair with Tiffany and lose both woman. He did have a twenty year relationship with her. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd do without Linda if, suddenly, she wasn't there and if suddenly, she left him for someone else. With him only thinking about himself, he never gave what he had with his wife a thought. A shot in the dark and a desperate grab at a brass ring, never knowing what he had until it's gone, maybe he'd be better off staying with Linda than trying to get with Tiffany. Maybe he's rocked his happy marriage boat enough by introducing three men in his marriage and shouldn't do that extramarital experiment and escapade ever again. With the grass always looking greener in someone else's backyard, maybe Linda is a better lover than his precious Tiffany. Wow, wouldn't that be something so shocking if his wife was hotter than an ex-stripper in bed? Wow, wouldn't that be a kick in the head if the woman that he really wanted, he already had? Wouldn't that be something if his dream woman was his wife? Too late to stop it now, wouldn't that be something if by allowing her to have sex with his friends, he was about to lose her to another man? With him willing to throw it all away for having sex with Tiffany, he started to realize the mistake he made by allowing his friends to have sex with his wife. In the way he fell in love with Tiffany, or at the very least is sexually infatuated with her, what if one of his friends falls in love with his wife? What if his wife falls in love with one of his friends? To quell or heat up the lust he has for Tiffany, maybe the answer to his sexual question is for him to hook up with Bill and Tiffany. Maybe if he knew that Tiffany was a dud in bed, he'd forget the whole thing and never give Tiffany another thought. Yet, when with a woman like Tiffany, love isn't only about sex. Then, again, when with a woman who looks like Tiffany love is all about sex. Then again if Tiffany was as hot in bed as she looks, as long as all four people agreed to it, maybe he could swap wives with Bill. His very own version of Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, maybe he could have his cake and eat it too by still staying married to Linda while sleeping with Tiffany. Only, sadly, and unfortunately, chances are with Bill happy with his second wife, he'd never want to swap wives. Yet, he never thought that Linda would ever have sex with another man and here she is having sex with his three friends yet again. Chances are that Bill is just as happy with Tiffany as he's dissatisfied with Linda. Only, he's not going to know how anyone feels until he approaches his wife Linda and his friend Bill with the sexual proposition of swapping, and until he has sex with Tiffany. For sure, much like taking a test drive in a car that he lusts over, the only way he'd put his sexual lust to rest is for Tiffany is to have sex with him. Maybe with all of her curves, she doesn't handle well in bed. Maybe when he's giving her all the gas and get up and go he has, she doesn't accelerate in the way that Linda does. Maybe after their done having sex, with her stopping on a dime and not making a U-turn that would be the premature end of their sexual relationship. Yet, very telling if Linda was better than Tiffany in bed, wouldn't it be something if after he had sex with Tiffany and after Bill had sex with Linda, Bill lusted over his wife in the way that he lusts over Bill's wife. Stranger things have happened. One can't tell how someone is in bed by just looking at them when their fully dressed. Just because Tiffany's an ex-stripper doesn't mean that she's a wild, sexual animal in bed. Just because Tiffany worked at a job stripping off her clothes has nothing to do with her actually enjoying sex. Yet, to her benefit, she does have a super-hot body and she's black, something he's been curious about knowing what it's like to have sex with a black woman, especially with a beautiful, black woman. "Once you go black, you never go back," he said out loud before taking another sip of his beer. * * * * * Speaking of the She-Devil, just as he took a sip of his beer and a drag of his cigarette, the light flicked on next door and Tiffany appeared in her kitchen. "Fuck me," he said in a low, slow, heated voice while forgetting all about Linda upstairs having sex with his three friends. Only, instead of wearing her sexy nightgown that he had previously imagined her wearing, she was wearing that short, sexy bathrobe that he imagined she wore when he was having another one of his sexy dreams of her. It was that same, sexy bathrobe that he imagined watching her put on as she walked down the long hallway from the front of the house to the back of the house to answer him at her back door. It was that same, sexy bathrobe that he imagined she wore when the wind blew it open to expose her pussy, her tits, and her ass to him. It was that same, sexy bathrobe that he imaged her removing in his sexual fantasy of her before she gave him hot sex, even hotter sex than the sex that he imagined his three friends were giving his wife upstairs. If only that wasn't a sexy dream that he had of Tiffany but his reality, he'd be a happy man. Only, someone like her would never want someone like him. Maybe he should forget all about Tiffany and concentrate more on mending things with Linda by taking her more places and doing more things with her. In the meantime, putting love and relationships on the backburner, he watched Tiffany clean her kitchen. "I don't know how she's going to clean her kitchen without showing me every single part of her beautiful, black body. I just hope to God that she's naked underneath that sexy, little robe." Starting with the items in the sink that weren't dishwasher safe, she donned her pink, rubber gloves. With her robe not covering very much, she was already showing Walter a lot of cleavage. Suddenly, feeling as if he was Burt Lancaster as Lou in the movie Atlantic City, wishing she'd lose the robe, he'd love for Tiffany to recreate the sexy scene where Susan Sarandon washed her naked breasts with lemons while standing at the sink topless. If only Tiffany would stand at her kitchen sink topless or naked while wearing nothing but her pink, rubber gloves, he'd love to ogle her ebony melons, her brown areolas, and her black nipples. He wondered how different making love to a black woman was when making love with a white woman. He wondered if they felt differently, smelled differently, and/or tasted differently. He wondered if a black woman made different noises than a white woman when sexually aroused and when cumming. Mostly because she was much younger than Linda, he figured that Tiffany would be a more energetic lover. For sure, if he didn't think he could sexually please Linda now, how on Earth would he ever please Tiffany, a woman fifteen years younger than he was? As if she was a stripper on stage doing a pretend, infomercial cleaning show, with her bending, squatting, and stretching, he couldn't wait for her to mop the kitchen floor while wearing that little robe. He couldn't wait for her to lean to reach for things as her robe climbed higher, her ties loosened, and her big tits peeked out and fell out of the split neckline of her robe. He couldn't wait for her to bend at the waist and show him her naked ass and pussy or panty. He couldn't wait for her to squat down with her knees parted while facing the window and while wearing that short, sexy robe. Expecting not only to see her ass and pussy but also her breasts, he knew she'd be giving him a sexy, naked show tonight while his three friends gave his wife hot sex. * * * * * Meanwhile, while Linda was upstairs in the bedroom about to have wanton, depraved, swinging sex with his three friends, Walter watched Tiffany sweep her floor. When she bent at the waist to pick up the dirt with her dustpan, he was rewarded with a perfect full moon view of her ass and a from behind look at her pussy. Naked, naked, naked, she was naked beneath her robe. He couldn't believe his eyes. He just saw the naked ass and pussy of the wife of his best friend, Bill. After seeing her naked breasts at the waterpark when she lost her bikini top and her ass and pussy now, he was able to piece together what she'd look like naked. Never removing his eyes from her, forgetting that Linda was upstairs having sex with three of his friends, Walter watched Tiffany washing her floor. He never thought a mundane task of watching a woman wash her floor could be so sexually exciting. It didn't even occur to him why Tiffany would wash her floor every night, when most women washed their floors once a week or even once a month. With just her and her husband, how could her floor get so dirty to require her to wash her floor nightly? Maybe she's a clean freak. Maybe she's a germaphobe and just likes having a clean floor. Maybe she knew he was watching her and was purposely exposing herself to him under the pretense of washing her floor. Nah, why would she expose her naked body to him when she has someone like Bill? Maybe she misses stripping. Maybe, not caring who sees her, she misses the attention of men watching her while wanting her. Maybe she enjoys walking around her house nearly naked. Wishing he was there to harness them with his hands, he watched her big boobs bouncing, swaying, and moving from side to side inside of her robe as she moved around the floor while washing it and scrubbing it. She had such big, beautiful tits and any second now, one or both of her big boobs would fall completely out of her bathrobe. He only wished he had video camera to record the action but he didn't. Unable to retrieve it now with his bedroom occupied, the video camera was upstairs in his bedroom. Oh, yeah, baby, he'd love to record her washing her floor topless so that he could watch it over and again in the way he watch that 20 second video of her losing her top at the waterpark and her purposely flashing him her tits after. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, pushed down the women's panties he was wearing, and pulled out his cock. He fondled the head of his penis while watching Tiffany clean her kitchen and while his wife was having hot sex with his three friends upstairs. Then, when Tiffany put down her mop, she walked closer to the window. Then, she did something she's never done before. She looked over at his window and did something he never dreamt she'd do. Thinking it odd that she'd walk right up to the window and look over at his windows, he held his breath. Did she see him? Does she know he's there watching her? Not wanting to be detected, he didn't want to ruin this exhibitionism and voyeurism thing that they had. Not wanting her to know that he was there sitting in the dark smoking a cigarette while masturbating himself and watching her, he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. Daring not even to turn his head to look at her for fear that his look would cause her to look in his direction, he fell back into the soft comfort of his reclining chair. Looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, he watched her staring into the darkness at his house. She stayed like that staring at his windows for a minute before she did something totally unexpected and totally unbelievable. Something that he wished she'd do since the first time he watched her cleaning her kitchen while alone at night, she undid her bath robe ties and removed her bathrobe. As if she was removing her bathrobe in slow motion, time seemingly stood still. "Oh, my God! Fuck me. Just fuck me," he said under his breath. Just as Walter's loving wife was upstairs having hot sex with his three friends, Walter's best friend, Bill's wife, Tiffany, was stripping herself naked within view of her love sick, horny neighbor. It was at that moment that Walter wondered if anyone had a loving wife. He wondered if anyone had a happy marriage. He wondered if anyone was happy with the woman that they had. Certainly, if he was happy with Linda, he'd never allow his friends to have their wicked, sexual way with her naked body. If Tiffany was happy with Bill, she'd never tease her neighbor in her sexy nightgown while washing the kitchen floor every night before stripping herself naked in front of her window. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 10 He watched her slowly open her robe. Then, as if she was a snake shedding its skin, he watched her wiggle her shapely self out of her robe. As if her falling bathrobe was a drumroll, he watched her robe slowly fall from her shoulders to her feet. Within a matter of seconds that seemed like tortuous minutes, she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, Tiffany was naked. He couldn't believe Tiffany was naked and this time he wasn't dreaming. This time she was standing there naked for real. What a body. Such an incredible body. No wonder why she worked as a stripper. As did many of her customers have, he'd pay big bucks to watch her strip. He could only imagine the tips she must have made while having sex with a select few men in the VIP room. It was then that if he couldn't have her as his wife, then he wanted to have sex with her by swapping Linda for one night to Bill for one night with Tiffany. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 11 Please give me the support of your vote. * After Linda has group sex with his three friends, Walter has group sex with Linda's relatives. "Hello? Who's there? Walter? Is that you? It had better be you with me tied to the bed blindfolded and naked. God damn it Walter, answer me," said Linda with a sexy laugh. Then, no doubt, surprising the shit out of his three friends, she let the cat out of the bag. "I know it's not Walter but his three friends. Let me guess. Wait. Don't tell me. Jim? Henry? And Tom? Right? Am I right?" Jim, Henry, and Tom looked at one another stunned before Jim answered her. "Yes, you're right," said Jim. "How do you know? How did she know? She's blindfolded," whispered Jim to Henry and Tom. Henry nudged Jim in the ribs with his elbow but what else was he supposed to do but to answer her question? Jim shrugged his innocence to his two friends. "Hello boys," she said purring as if she was the Madam of a Cathouse and welcoming three customers for some sexy, group sex fun. If only Walter knew that Linda knew what he was up to in enlisting his three friends to give her hot sex, he figured she'd be angry with him. Yet, with Linda having had such a good sexual time the last time he invited his three friends over for some sexy, group sex fun and in the way she nagged him about taking her somewhere and doing something with her, he figured she was wouldn't be angry with him at all but was just itching to get laid. He figured she knew she was being sexually serviced by three of his friends and not by him. Seriously, how could she not know she was sucking and fucking three cocks instead of only one? "Hi Linda," said the three men nearly in unison. With Linda naked and her arms and legs spread out in the shape of a star, the three men walked in Walter's bedroom naked. "Someone do me a favor and remove this God damn blindfold so that I can see as much of you guys are seeing of me," said Linda. "Being bound and blindfolded once is enough for me, especially while waiting for you men to stop gabbing like women downstairs and make your appearance upstairs. I thought you'd guys would never stop talking. You're worse than women," she said laughing. Henry stepped to the bed leaned to remove the blindfold from Linda's eyes. "Sorry Linda but Walter told us not to talk," said Henry in a whisper now more for Walter's sake instead of Linda's sake. "Walter told us to give you hot sex one at a time. Walter told us not to kiss you," he said as if going down the list of things not to do. "He said if we talked, if we didn't give you sex one at a time, and if we kissed you that you'd know it wasn't him giving you sex," said Henry. "Do you always do what Walter tells you to do?" She made at face at Henry while sighing and rolling her pretty, brown eyes. "In this case, for a chance to have sex with you, yes," said Henry with a laugh. "We just didn't want to ruin things by you knowing that it wasn't Walter giving you hot sex but three of his friends." Linda rolled her eyes again. "Duh, Henry? After living with the man for twenty years, I'd have to be an oblivious idiot not to know my husband's touch and smell. With all of you fucking me before ejaculating in my mouth, I'd have to be drunk not to know that I was having sex with three men instead of one. Now will someone please untie me? I'd like to feel cocks in my hands as well as in my mouth and in my pussy. Besides, I'm getting rope burns," said Linda. Tom untied her wrists while Jim untied her ankles. "So, tell me," said Linda closing her legs to strike more of a ladylike pose as if she was a movie star, albeit a naked movie star. "Now that you've all seen me naked for a second time, what do you think of my body?" The three men stared at her as if she was a seven course meal and they hadn't eaten in three days. "You have an unbelievable body Linda," said Henry. Henry stared at Linda while she smiled at him. "Thank you, Henry," she said blushing. Not moving away, Henry still stood there staring at Linda's naked body while Jim joined him in staring at her naked body too. "I wish my wife had your body," said Jim. "If Debbie had your body, maybe she wouldn't undress in the bathroom and dress in the dark if she looked as good as you look naked." Jim stared at her as if she was the first woman he's seen naked in a very long time and with his wife so modest around him, no doubt she was. "Thank you, Jim," she said gushing. Jim stood beside Henry staring at her as if they were audience members in a live, performance striptease show in Tijuana, Mexico. "You're an absolute Goddess, Linda," said Tom joining his two friends in standing by the side of the bed to stare at her nakedness. Linda smiled at Tom staring at her. "A Goddess? Oh, my. I rather like that," said Linda. "That's quite the compliment. Thank you Tom." Linda smiled at the three men standing shoulder to shoulder naked while they all continued staring at her. "Well, being that everything now is out in the open, the naked truth, so to speak and with you no longer blindfolded and with no secrets between us," said Henry looking down at his exposed prick. "Is there anything you'd like us to do differently that we didn't do before?" She gave them all a sexy look before giving them a naughty smile "Well actually Henry, now that you mention it, there are a couple of things that I'd like you men to do for me. Besides wanting the three of you to have sex with me all at the same time, do you know the one thing that drove me crazy that none of you did the last time we were all together?" She looked from each man while they still stared at her. "I have no idea. After all we sexually did with you, doing more sexual things with you than I've done with my wife in ten years, I can't even imagine," said Henry with a sad laugh. She looked from Henry to Jim. "Other than anal sex, I don't have a clue either Linda. Sorry," said Jim. Linda made a sour face. "I don't do anal," she said. Linda looked from Jim to Tom. "Tell us. What's is it that we didn't do?" Tom sat on the bed next to Linda. "What drove you crazy?" She gave the three men her sexiest and most beguiling smile. "The one thing that drove me crazy was that no one kissed me. When the three of you avoided my lips, I suspected that Walter asked you not to kiss me but I so wanted to be kissed when we were making love," said Linda. "I loved French kissing when I have a cock buried in my pussy. Which brings me to the other thing. Instead of making love to me before fucking me, you all just fucked me as if I was a dog in heat. I want to make love with you. I need to make love with the three of you." "Sorry Linda but Walter told us more than once not to make love to you for fear that one of us might fall in love with you or you may fall in love with one of us," said Henry. Seemingly her trademark expression, Linda sighed and rolled her eyes again. "After being married for twenty years, I can assure you that it will take more than a roll in the hay for me to fall in love with any man for the second time. Unless one of you has several million dollars in a secret Swiss account, in a private bank Cayman Islands, or in a safety deposit box in Bimini, the next time I fall in love it will be for money," she said laughing. She held up her ring finger as if she had a big diamond ring on her hand instead of the modest ½ carat ring that Walter bought her when they were first married. "If I had any money Linda, I'd be romancing you instead of just having sex with you," said Henry with stars in his eyes. Linda looked at Henry and smiled. "Thank you sweetie. Now getting back to want I want, after you all make love to me, I want you three to fuck me. I want the three of you to pound my pussy hard enough to make me cum," she said. Tom leaned down and kissed her. He French kissed her. Then, Jim sat on the bed and kissed her, French kissed her. Finally Henry moved closer to her to give her a big, long, wet, passionate kiss. "Wow Henry. That was quite the kiss. Now step back so that I can see what I didn't see the last time we were together. I want to see your cocks," said Linda. "Show me your pricks. Hold them up for me to see them." As if they were all butchers in a meat market, the three men obeyed her by stepping back and holding up their cocks for her to see. "How's that?" With Tom having the biggest cock he smiled with pride. "That's good," she said. "Now stroke them to make them harder. Nice pricks. You all have above average cocks but I'd like to see them when they're fully aroused." The three men stepped closer to bed for her to see their cocks while they stroked themselves. "I'm glad we finally get to kiss you, Linda. I've been dying to kiss you," said Henry. "You're such a pretty woman and I've always wondered what it would be like to make out with you while making love to you." Linda gave the three men her sexiest look again. "That's what I want too. I've been dreaming about making out with you three men," said Linda. "I want you, Jim, you, Henry, and you, Tom to make love to me before you fuck me. As if you love me, I want to feel that you're all really in love me" she said wrapping her arms around herself to hug herself while no doubt swooning at the thought of the three men making over to her as if they loved her. "As if we're on our Honeymoon, I want you three men to kiss and kiss me while making love to me." The first to respond, Henry looked at her with sexual excitement. "I can do that," said Henry. Seemingly not to be overshadowed by Henry, Jim voiced his interest to make love to her as if he really loved her too. "Me too," said Jim. "I can definitely make love to you as if I love you. You're an easy woman to love. What's not to love about someone who looks like you?" Linda smiled at Jim. "Thank you Jim." Then, she turned her focus to Tom. With making love as much a cerebral thing as it was a physical thing, obviously Linda needed to her three lovers to verbalize their sexual desire for her. "Something that was missing from our first time together, that would be exciting to kiss you and make love to you as if I love you," said Tom. She looked from one man to the next. "With one man licking my pussy, another man sucking my tits, I want a third man to kiss me. Then, switching off as soon as I cum, I want to feel six hands and three mouths on my naked body at all times. Then, one at a time, you can make love to me. Finally, after we've made love, one at a time, you can fuck me and pound my pussy really hard until I cum with your cock in the way that I hope I cum with your fingers and tongue," said Linda. "I can't wait to make love to you, Linda," said Henry. "Me too," said Jim. "The pleasure is all mine but I'll be sure to make it your pleasure too," said Tom with a dirty laugh. "If you guys give me the orgasms that you gave me the last time we were all together, I'll give you the best damn blowjobs you've ever had in your lives, even better than the last time. Now that I know who you all are, I won't disappoint you." She smiled at them as if she was a stripper in a VIP room agreeing to a gangbang. "Oh, God," said Jim. "I can't wait to make you cum Linda." Linda looked him in the eyes to give him a sexy smile. "Me too," said Henry. "I promise to give you the best orgasm I've given to any woman." Linda gave Henry a sexy smile too. "Don't worry about me getting you off Linda, especially when the prize is the best damn blowjob," said Tom with a laugh. As if a light suddenly turned on to illuminate the room, she looked at the three men with new insight. "Is that what you all want? You want me to suck you? Tell me. Is that the one sexual thing that all of you really want? C'mon, be honest. Tell me. I'd really like to know," she said seductively teasing the three men. "Do you all want to cum in my mouth while watching me swallow your cum?" Linda looked at the three men standing there naked while slowly stroking their pricks. Henry looked from Linda to look to Jim and Tom while Jim and Tom looked at one another. "Yes," said the three men in unison as if instructed by their teacher to speak. Linda gave them all her sexiest smile again. "If you sexually take care of me, I promise to sexually take care of you." * * * * * Walter watched Tiffany standing in her kitchen naked while washing her floor. Mesmerized by watching her big boobs sway back and forth and nearly hypnotized by the slow pendulum like movement of her tits, he heard something he never expected to hear. He heard laughter coming from upstairs. He heard voices. Not thinking anything of it, thinking that the laughter and voices were Linda's but they weren't. He heard Jim's voice and Jim laughing. He heard Tom's voice and Tom Laughing. He heard Henry's voice and Henry laughing. "You've got to be kidding me. God damn it! I told them not to talk," said Walter out loud. Walter got up from his chair, pulled up his panties, and zipped, buttoned, and buckled his pants. Taking one last, long look of Tiffany's beautiful, black, naked body, he abandoned the love of his life to check on his wife. Climbing the stairs and once reaching the landing, he saw Jim, Henry, Tom, and Linda talking and laughing while having a good sexual time. Standing at his doorway in shock, he walked in his bedroom angry that his friends couldn't keep their promises. "What the fuck?" Flopping himself in the chair positioned in the far, darkened corner of his bedroom, the chair furthest from the bed, he stared at his wife before staring at his three friends. Now that her having sex with his three friends was out in the open, he felt compelled to unburden himself by telling his wife his cross dressing secret. Tired of keeping his secret anyway, after his friends leave and after he sleeps on it, he'll tell her that he's a cross dresser tomorrow. A huge load off his mind, maybe tomorrow, he'll dress as Wendy, his alter ego and show his wife what he looks like dressed as a woman. It excited him to have his wife see him dressed as a woman. Maybe she could give him some hair and makeup tips. "Don't act so surprised Walter," said Linda. "Especially when you're the one who arranged all of this for me. Thank you," she said with a warm smile. "Just as I had a wonderful time with Jim, Henry, and Tom last month, I hope to have a wonderful time again with them tonight." As if a bad dream but destined for this to happen, Walter couldn't believe the reality of his situation. His wife now knows that he set her up to have sex with his friends. Yet, his cloud has a silver lining. Perhaps now Linda will agree to have swinging sex with other couples and men. Perhaps now that she's openly having sex with his friends, she'll agree to have sex with Bill so that he can have sex with Tiffany. "Don't mind me," said Walter. "I'll just sit here quietly and watch," he said while imagining Tiffany on his bed naked with him instead of his wife with his three friends. Walter sat in the darkened corner of his bedroom watching his friend, Tom, making out with his wife Linda. Just watching Tom French kiss his wife gave him an erection. He watched his friend, Jim, having his wicked, sexual way with Linda's B cup breasts. Feeling them and fondling them, he fingered her nipple with one hand while sucking her other nipple. Then switching off, he made sure that he paid attention to both of her tits and both of her nipples. Meanwhile, Henry was positioned between Linda's legs fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. Henry looked as if he was enjoying eating Linda's pussy more than he should. Really getting into eating his wife's cunt, he was making loud slurping noise that Linda seemed to enjoy. Henry was quite the pussy licker. As soon as Linda had an orgasm from Henry licking her and fingering her, it was Jim's turn to finger and lick Linda's pussy while Henry kissed her and Tom fondled her tits and fingered and sucked her nipples. Then, as soon as Jim gave Linda an orgasm with his fingers and tongue, it was Tom's turn to eat Linda's pussy. Switching off with Jim kissing Linda and Henry having his wicked, sexual way with Linda's tits, Tom ate Linda's pussy. All the while with three men swarming over Linda, Walter watched Jim, Henry, and Tom take their turn with his wife. Watching the men kissing her, French kissing her, he watched them feel and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples. Then, one by one the three men fingered and licked her pussy until she had three loud orgasms. One by one, the three men gave his wife oral orgasms in the way they all did the last time they were with her. Then, one by one they mounted her and instead of fucking her, they made love to her. Walter couldn't believe his eyes. Against what he specifically told them not to do, his three friends made love to his wife as if they loved her. Then, one by one, after making love to her, they fucked her. They pounded her pussy hard and they pounded her pussy fast. With her cumming each time with Henry, Jim, and Tom, she received the fucking of her life. Linda had sex orgasms. Then, as promised, one by one, she sucked their cocks. She blew them as if she was a ten thousand dollar, call girl. She gave them the best blowjobs she could. She gave them better blowjobs than she's ever given Walter. She sucked their cocks until each of them ejaculated their cum in her mouth and then sucking them dry and licking them clean, she went from Jim to Henry and to Tom. Finally exhausted, they all collapsed on Walter's bed. Unable to focus, while Linda was having sex with Jim, Henry, and Tom, Walter couldn't help himself from thinking about having sex with Tiffany. He couldn't believe he saw her naked. He couldn't believe she's there with her kitchen light on and her kitchen curtains open while cleaning her kitchen in the nude. Tempted to return to his easy chair to watch Tiffany cleaning her kitchen without her clothes, he needed to stay to watch his wife with his three friends. Now, that she's already had group sex with his friends, hopefully he'll be able to discuss her having swinging sex with others. Nonetheless the sexually excitement of watching his wife having gangbang sex with three men, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, he couldn't stop thinking about Tiffany's naked body. He'd love to sexually experience Tiffany in the way that Jim, Henry, and Tom were sexually experiencing his wife. He'd love to feel and fondle Tiffany's big tits while fingering her hard nipples before licking her brown areolas and sucking on her erect, black nipples. In the way that Henry so vocally ate Linda's pussy, he'd love to fall between Tiffany's shapely, black thighs to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. He'd give anything to have sex with Tiffany in the way that his three friends just had hot sex with his wife now. He'd love to make love to Tiffany as if he loved her and most certainly he did. Then, after making love to her, he'd love to pound her pussy. He'd love to fuck Tiffany hard enough for her to cum. He'd love for Tiffany to suck his cock in the way that Linda just sucked Jim's, Henry's, and Tom's cock. If unable to make her his wife, he'd love to make Tiffany his lover. * * * * * Later that night after his three friends left and he was in the shower, Linda called her sister. "I'm serious Kathy," said Linda to her sister. "It really works. If you bitch at your husband about taking you places and doing things with you, instead of taking you dancing, he'll call in the reserves to give you hot sex," she said. "You know, now that I think of it, I'd like to return the favor to Walter," she said with a long pause. "Are you interested?" Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 11 "Interested? What do you mean am I interested? Interested in what?" "Are you interested in having sex with Walter?" "Sex with Walter? I'd much rather have sex with his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom than to have sex with my brother," said Kathy with a dirty laugh. "Oh, no, those men are all mine and I'm not sharing," said Linda laughing. "So, let me get this straight. You're offering me the chance to have sex with Walter? Is that it?" "I am," said Linda. "Wow. To be honest, it's been a while since I've gotten laid. How is he in the sack?" "Well, with you younger than me and with you having breasts a cup size bigger than me, I'm sure he'll give you all that you need, an orgasm or two. What about Mom?" "Mom? What about Mom?" "I was thinking you could bring her along too," said Linda. "Seriously?" Kathy laughed. "You want us to give Walter a threesome?" "Why not? Keeping it all in the family, Mom hasn't had sex with anyone since Dad died," said Linda laughing. "And she's always liked Walter." "Oh my God, Linda, are we crazy or what?" "I wouldn't call us crazy Kathy just slutty," said Linda laughing. * * * * * The very next day, Saturday night, it was Linda's turn to tie Walter to the bed naked. Only, instead of her getting naked too, once she put the blindfold over his eyes, she allowed her mother and her sister entry to her bedroom. "Linda, I don't like this. I'm feeling claustrophobic," said Walter. "Oh, don't be such a baby Walter," said his wife. "Besides, I have a big, sexy surprise for you." As soon as she said that he thought of Tiffany cleaning her kitchen naked. As soon as she said that he thought of Tiffany naked and in his bedroom. As soon as she said that he thought of having sex with Tiffany. As soon as she said that he wondered if Tiffany was in the room with him now. With those thoughts in mind, his cock erected. Suddenly Walter felt four hands, two hands on his chest and two hands on his cock. As soon as he felt four hands, two hands on his chest and two hands on his cock, he imagined Tiffany and Linda giving him hot sex in the way that Jim, Henry, and Tom gave Linda hot sex. "Linda, what's happening? Who's here? Remove the blindfold. I want to see," he said. Linda removed the blindfold and untied her husband so that he could have fun with his hands too. "Hi Walter," said Linda's sister Kathy and her mother, Mary. Walter couldn't believe his eyes. Nearly as good as having sex with Tiffany, he's always wanted to have sex with his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother-in-law. Walter couldn't believe he was in his bedroom naked with Kathy and Mary. A guy who abhors incest and who'd never cross the line by having sex with his sister or with his mother, because they weren't blood related and didn't live in the same household, he didn't deem having sex with his sister-in-law and/or his mother-in-law as incestuous. While the two women fondled his cock, he leaned to one side to kiss, French kiss his sexy sister before leaning to the other side to kiss, French kiss his MILF of a mother-in-law. Then, leaning to his right to concentrate on Kathy, he felt her breasts through her blouse and fingered her emerging nipples through her bra. Then, leaning to the left to concentrate on Mary, he felt her breasts through her blouse and fingered her emerging nipples through her bra. "May I undress you?" "Sure," said Kathy. "Age before beauty," said Mary. "Strip me naked first Walter," said Mary. Immediately Walter unbuttoned his mother's blouse and removed her bra. With her D cup breasts exposed to his horny eyes, she was topless. His hands were all over his mother-in-law's big tits. Then, when she stood, in one move he pulled down her pants and panties. Mary was naked. Walter's MILF of a mother-in-law was naked. Linda and Kathy's mother was naked. He couldn't believe his eyes. Continuing to fondle her breasts, he sucked her nipples while fingering her pussy. "Hey, what about me?" Walter turned his attention to Kathy. Immediately Walter unbuttoned his sister's blouse and wasted no time in removing her bra. With her C cup breasts exposed to his horny eyes, she was topless. His hands were all over his sister-in-law's big tits. Then, when she stood, in one move he pulled down her pants and panties. Kathy was naked. Walter's sexy sister-in-law was naked. In the way their mother was naked, Mary's daughter and Linda's sister, Kathy, was naked too. With four big tits, two pussies and too naked asses to satisfy his sexual lust for his sister-in-law and mother-in-law, he couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe he was naked and in his bedroom with his naked mother-in-law and naked sister-in-law. Continuing to fondle her Kathy's breasts, while making out with her, he sucked her nipples while fingering her pussy. Then, with him paying Kathy's body attention, Mary stroked his cock before taking his prick in his mouth. Something he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his life, he couldn't believe his mother was giving him a blowjob while he French kissed his wife's sister and felt her big tits. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 12 Please give me the support of your vote. * Wanting to look pretty, Walter has the uncontrollable urge to dress as a woman again. Sunday, the day of rest, Walter reflected over all that happened during the weekend. Linda had hot sex with his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom. Tiffany abandoned wearing her sexy nightgown to clean her kitchen in her even more revealing short, low cut bathrobe. Then, standing by her kitchen window to see if he was there watching watching, she removed her bathrobe. His sexual fantasy come true, he saw Tiffany naked. Last but not least, Walter had hot sex not only with Linda's sister, his sexy, sister, Kathy, but also with Linda's mother, his MILF of a mother-in-law, Mary. He couldn't believe all that's sexually happened in such a short time. Only, the sexual experience of having sex with Linda's sister and mother reawakened something hidden inside of Walter that had lay dormant for a very long time. With him thinking that his cross dressing days were over and that his psychological therapy had finally worked, it's been a very long time since he's felt the urge to dress as a woman. The urge to dress as a woman has always been there of course and he saved all of his cross dressing clothes while even buying new things that he'd love to wear but he refrained from dressing as a woman. As if it happened yesterday, he remembered the first time he dressed as a woman. Thirty years ago, when he was 18-years-old, he'd wear his sister's and his mother's clothes whenever they weren't home and were gone for a while. Back then, with him thinking that his psychological therapy had worked and he was done wearing women's clothes, the death of his mother triggered the need in him to wear woman's clothes again. Now, in the way that the death of his mother triggered the need in him to wear women's clothes, strangely enough, having sex with his mother and his sister-in-law triggered the need in him to cross dress again. He thought about all the psychological therapy his mother forced him to take with none of it working and doing him any good other than to make him feel bad about himself and guilty for lying to his psychologist. With so very many thoughts going through his mind, from his wife's gangbang, to Tiffany standing by her kitchen window naked, and to him having a threesome with Kathy and Mary, Walter lay in bed thinking about his mother and sister-in-law. Oddly enough, he thought more about the women's clothes than he did about their naked bodies when he was having sex with them. Oddly enough, he was more interesting in wearing their clothes than in having sex with them. Of course it sexually excited him to not only have sex with his mother-in-law but also his sister-in-law too but there was something, an added bonus, when touching and feeling their clothes. With him sexually aroused on all fronts, with his fingers touching their cotton, rayon, nylon, and satin material in the way he fingered their nipples and fingered their pussy, their clothes strewn on the floor in a pile beckoned him. As if their clothes were the evidence left behind of the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz after being hit with water and melting, seemingly their rumpled clothes were the essence of them and who they were as women. In addition to having sex with just any two women, he had sex with his mother and his sister-in-law. In a sense of wanting to emulate them, control them, own them, and be more like them, he wanted to wear their clothes. In addition to wearing their clothes, he so wanted to have sex with them while wearing their clothes. If only he could, he would. In the way that Al Pacino talked about the scent of a woman when he played Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade in Scent of a Woman, "Whoo-ah," Walter was more about the five senses of a woman than just one. With him seeing women in a different light than did most men, he was teetering on the line of masculinity and femininity. When he was with the two women, he couldn't help himself from burying his nose in their clothes. With their perfume, powder, and womanly scents intoxicating him and driving him mad with lustful, sexual desire, he couldn't help himself from smelling their blouses and their pants while touching and feeling their blouses and pants. If only he could get away with it and if they weren't watching him, he'd sniff their panties. If only he could get away with it and if they weren't watching him, he'd sniff their high heeled shoes. With him having a hidden collection of each, he loved panties as much as he loved high heel shoes. Just touching their clothes while they wore their clothes, turned him on exponentially, as much as it sexually excited him to touch and to feel their bodies through their clothes while he kissed them and undressed them. "Whoo-ah!" * * * * * If only they knew he was a cross dresser, he wondered what they'd think. If only they knew he was a cross dresser, he wondered what they'd say. If only they knew he was a cross dresser, he wondered what their reaction would be to him wearing women's clothes and to him wanting to wear their clothes while having sex with them. These were just any women, they were Linda's kid, sexy sister and her MILF of a mother. He wondered if they'd be turned off or turned on that he enjoyed dressing as a woman. Maybe if either one or both had latent lesbian tendencies, they'd enjoy having sex with him when he was dressed in their clothes as a woman. Thinking that they didn't know any men who enjoyed dressing like a woman, perhaps they wouldn't have an opinion until they experienced him dressed as a woman while having sex with him. There was a time when he was embarrassed to be caught dressed as a woman. There was a time where he'd be humiliated if anyone knew he enjoyed cross dressing. With him thinking that there was something mentally wrong with him, there was a time when he was embarrassed and felt shame to be dressed as a woman. There was a time, so long ago when he thought he was finally finished with cross dressing. There was a time when he couldn't control himself from masturbating over and again while just thinking about dressing as a woman. Then, when he was dressed as a woman, the culmination of him wearing women's clothes was for him to cum. As if wanting to defile women with his cum, he couldn't stop himself from cumming all over their clothes while wishing he was there with them when dressed as a woman. With wearing women's clothes sexually exciting him so very much, he always masturbated himself while dressed as a woman. Sadly, he's yet to find that one, special woman who'd encourage him to wear her clothes. He's yet to find that one, special woman who'd help him dress for him to look prettier when dressed as a woman. He's yet to find that one, special woman who'd take as much pride in him dressed as a woman as he'd take in himself. He'd love to find a woman who'd help him with his hair and with his makeup, the hardest two things for him to learn, to do, and to master. While dressed in his finest womanly clothes, he'd love to go out in public, even go dancing, with a woman who knew he was a man dressed as a woman. Actually, not much of a stretch, even when he took his time with his hair and makeup, sadly and disappointingly, he never really looked like a woman. He always looked like a man dressed as a woman. It was always obvious, too obvious, painfully obvious, especially when he looked at himself in the mirror when dressed as a woman, that he was a man trying to masquerade as a woman. If he couldn't even fool himself into thinking that he was a pretty woman, how could he fool anyone into thinking that he was a pretty woman? Caught between a rock and a hard place, he always felt tortured having these feelings but now that he's older, more embracing them than rejecting them, he more accepted himself for who he is, a cross dresser. So what? Mind your own business. As long as he's not hurting himself or someone else, it's none of anyone's business what he does behind his closed bedroom doors. Yet, even though he suspected his wife knew that he was a cross dresser, he somehow knew he'd hurt his wife if he paraded around her dressed as Wendy instead of Walter. Somehow, just as so many people don't understand his need to dress as a woman, he inherently suspected that she wouldn't understand his need to cross dress. Perceiving himself as looking beautiful every time he took the time to do his hair, makeup, and pick out the perfect outfit that flattered his body, instead of looking sexy, he looked grotesquely funny. He more looked like a sideshow freak than he looked like a woman. Frustrated that he was unable to look as good as the image of the woman that he had in his head, always he'd smudge his lipstick across his face in absolute frustration. Always he'd rip the wig from his head and fling it across the room. While thinking himself sick, crazy, and/or possessed by the Devil, quickly he'd undress and store his clothes away in a box in the back of the closet while promising himself to never dress as a woman again. Only, if he had any intention of keeping his promise to himself of never dressing like a woman again, he'd burn his womanly clothes instead of saving them. Yet, try and try again, no matter how many promises he's made to himself, that didn't stop him from wanting to dress as a woman again and again. No matter if he didn't look anything like a woman, that didn't stop him from wanting to look pretty. He always broke his promise with the justification that this time, he'll look pretty and this time he'll be happy with the result instead of being disappointed and feeling angry that he doesn't look anything like a woman. Only now, it's not as much as how he looks when dressed as a woman as it is how he feels when dressed as a woman. When wearing women's clothes, he feels sexy. When wearing women's clothes, he feels alive. As if he's been plugged in, turned on, and electrified, he feels as if he was meant to wear women's clothes. Loving the feel of silk panties against his skin and coolly sliding against his cock, he enjoys feeling taller when wearing women's high heel shoes. * * * * * When he helped his MILF of a mother remove her blouse and pants, he couldn't help himself from imagining what it would feel like to wear her blouse and step into her pants. He'd have to wear a giant, padded bra to look anything like his mother-in-law with her massive D cup breasts. Wouldn't she have been surprised if he dressed himself in her clothes to look more like her? He wondered if she saw him dressed as her while wearing her clothes, if she'd be flattered or offended. When he helped his sexy sister remove her blouse and pants, he so wanted to wear her blouse and pants. With Kathy so pretty, even prettier than her older sister, Linda, his wife, he'd have to take extra time on his hair and makeup to look anything like her. Wouldn't she have been surprised if he dressed himself in her clothes to look more like her? He wondered if she saw him dressed as her while wearing her clothes, if she'd be flattered or offended. Oddly, enough, in the way he had the urge to wear his mother's clothes and his sister-in-law's clothes, he hasn't had the desire to wear Linda's clothes in nearly twenty years. He dressed in some of her things when they were first married, whenever she went out with her friends, her mother, and/or her sister and disappeared for hours at a time. Interestingly enough, with his wife's clothes readily available for him to wear whenever she wasn't at home, for some unexplained reason, he'd rather wear Tiffany's clothes than he'd want to wear his wife's clothes. No doubt he wants to wear Tiffany's clothes because she has hot clothes. Tiffany has sexy clothes. Perhaps saving them in case her being married to Bill doesn't last and she has to work as a stripper again, Tiffany still has all of her stripper clothes stored away in boxes and hanging in her spare closet. In the way he'd love to do with Linda's mother and sister, he'd love to masturbate himself while wearing Tiffany's clothes. In the way he'd love to do with Linda's mother and sister, he'd love to make love to Tiffany while wearing her clothes. He'd love for Tiffany to not only give him a fashion show of her stripper clothes but also to dress him in her stripper clothes. "Wow, how hot is that?" He imagining talking to Tiffany while wearing some of her sexy, stripper outfits. "What do you think of me now Tiffany? Am I pretty? Am I sexy?" A sexy dresser, Tiffany is a woman who obviously enjoys being a woman and loves playing the role of a woman to the nth degree. She never confuses her sexual identity by wearing men's clothes, a man's shirt, a baggy sweatshirt, or even a baseball cap. She's all woman and with her being tall, beautiful, and shapely, what a woman she is. In the way that some women are sometimes mistaken being a man in the way they look, dress, walk, and/or talk, Tiffany would never be mistaken for a man. With her beautiful, black, stripper like body and her model like face, she's his female definition of a real woman. She always looks so very feminine. She always looks so hot. She always looks so well put together. There hasn't been one time that he's seen her that he didn't want to have sex with her. To be honest, he couldn't say that about Linda. "Now that I've seen her naked, naked, naked, I can't wait to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Mmm, mmm, mmm." * * * * * In all the years he's known Tiffany, he's never seen her look a disheveled mess in the way his wife looks early in the morning or late at night. When Linda awakens from a sound sleep, her hair is always a frightful, Bride of Frankenstein mess. With all of the hairspray she uses to hold her hair in place, she looks like she's dumped syrup on her head. In the way that her hair sticks to the side of her face on one side of her head and sticks up and out in the air on the other side of her head, suffice to say that she's not very attractive in the morning. With him warding off the evil spirits and the Devil himself, he always has the urge to wear a necklace of garlic around his neck and carry a crucifix with him and hold it up to her. Just in case, better to be safe than sorry, he's sometimes had the urge to arm himself with a handgun that had silver bullets. He's even thought about wearing a tool belt with a hammer and spikes while holding a flask of holy water. "Be gone Devil! What did you do with my wife? Oh, sick Satan, thou art so wicked! Take leave of my wife's body or I'll cast you out with my holy water and will burn the image of Jesus Christ, my Lord God Almighty, on your forehead." "Walter? What the Hell are you going on about? Stop talking to yourself and get me some coffee. You know you can't talk to me until I've had a couple cups of coffee," said Linda pushing him out of the way. "Put the garlic back in the panty, you look ridiculous and smell even worse." Imagining hearing Nightingales singing whenever she opens her big, beautiful, brown eyes, he imagined Tiffany waking up just as pretty as she went to bed. No matter what she did to her clothes and her hair, he'd never imagine Tiffany looking a frightful mess. After seeing her wearing so very many of her sexy nightgowns, a different nightgown every night, just once, he'd love to wear one of her sexy nightgowns. Just once he'd love to masturbate himself while wearing something that belonged to her. Just once, he'd love to try on that little bathrobe she recently wore to clean her kitchen before stripping that off too. Naked, he still couldn't believe he saw Tiffany cleaning her kitchen naked. He imagine Tiffany stepping on rose pedals wherever she walked. He imagined an aura of light that illuminated her and embraced her as if she was the chosen one. He imagined hearing Angels singing every time she opened her eyes in the morning. Heralding her appearance, in the way when a baseball player steps up to the plate to hit, he imagined music playing her song every time she walked through a doorway. Unable for her to go for a swim, he imagined her being able to walk on water. * * * * * Only, he was starting to have those feelings again, the feelings that he had as an 18-year-old man whenever he was alone with his mother and sister's clothes. It's been quite a while since he dressed as a woman, since just after his mother died. It's been such a long time since he's had the urge to wear women's clothes. It's been quite a long time since he felt the need to feel pretty and even longer since he's felt pretty. Now that his mother was dead, she could no longer call him her biggest disappointment when she caught him dressed in her clothes. Now that his mother is dead and buried in a ground that's as cold in death as she was in life, she could no longer judge him for who he really was, a cross dresser. Never understanding or accepting the responsibility that it was all of her fault that he was like this, she was such a critical, miserable bitch. No matter what he did or didn't do, he could never please her. Good riddance, bye and just die, now he understood why Norman Bates in Psycho killed his mother. With her never proud of him and never happy with anything he did, he couldn't remember the last time she hugged him. He couldn't remember the last time his mother told him she loved him. He couldn't even remember the last time she had anything good to say about him or a kind word to say to him. He couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him instead of sneering at him while, no doubt, wishing he'd just go away, leave her house, and disappear forever. "Bitch! She was such a miserable bitch," he said for no one to hear. According to Shakespeare and Dr. Sigmund Freud, with so many sons wanting to murder their fathers to sleep with their mothers, if he dreamt of doing anything at all with his mother, he dreamt of killing her in her sleep. "Die Mommy, die!" After she divorced his father and threw him out of the house for cheating on her, who'd blame him for murdering her? He dreamt of holding her pillow over her mouth and nose. He dreamt of slitting her throat. When he had a dream of her that wasn't as homicidally violent, he dreamt of drugging her, stripping her naked, and leaving her in some public place where she'd be seen by hundreds maybe even thousands of people on their way to work. If he could, he'd suspend her naked and spread eagled body from the bridge over the expressway. "The traffic report for today is that the traffic is very light but for the expressway where a naked woman suspended spread eagled from a bridge over the expressway has brought traffic to a crawl." Not even considering his own embarrassment, he remembered wanting to appear downstairs at one of her famous, drunken bridge parties just to embarrass her. They were all a bunch of hens clucking while playing cards and drinking until they were all drunk. He could only imagined the shocked look on all of her friends' faces. His mother would be mortified. She'd be humiliated. No doubt throwing him out of her house, and the reason why he didn't do it, she'd be so very angry with him. He thought of the movie, Harold and Maude, where Harold routinely feigned committing suicide to get his mother's attention. Only, in the way that Harold's mother was always sincerely upset that her son routinely pretended to kill himself, his bitch of a mother wouldn't be upset at all that he wanted to die. If anything, she'd be happy that he was dead. In the way that Harold's mother found him lying in a pool of fake blood, or suspended from the ceiling with a rope around his neck, or witnessed him shooting himself on the front lawn with a fake gun, his mother would celebrate his death. In the way she ridded her life of his father without tears, sadness, regret, or remorse, his selfish, cold bitch of a mother would, no doubt, be relieved that her cross dressing son was dead. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 12 He remembered wanting to go to the funeral home and to her wake dressed as a woman. Resplendent in black silk dress with puffy chiffon sleeves with a veil covering his face, he'd be the woman in black. With him wearing black, high heel shoes, a padded bra, and a tight girdle to flatten his stomach and reshape his ass, he imagine everyone staring at him. If only he could sprout black wings in the way that the Angel of death did in The American Horror Story, The Briarcliff Asylum, he'd be so happy. He imagined himself being the black Angel of death leaning over his mother's casket to give him his official kiss of death. If only to make sure that she really was dead, he needed some certainty that she wouldn't be coming back from her grave. Not mourning her loss, he'd be celebrating her going to Hell while feeling pity for the Devil. Not caring who saw him dressed in women's clothes, he wanted to go to his mother's church service dressed as a woman. Disregarding the embarrassment and the shame that dressing as a woman would certainly bring him, he didn't care who and how many relatives and friends saw him dressed as a woman. He wanted to attend her funeral dressed as a woman, only he couldn't. Nonetheless his inability to go out in public dressed as a woman, he had a fantasy where he stepped from the limousine dressed as a woman and as the black Angel of death. "Behold the black Angel of death and beware!" Only, how could he appear in public dressed as a woman? He's be the laughing stock of his community. None of his friends would understand his need to cross dress. With him living in a small, close minded town, he may even be fired from his job. With him living in a small, closed minded town, he'd have to sell his house and move to remove himself from the scandal that he was a cross dresser. No doubt, Linda would divorce him. Yet, if only a sexual fantasy he loved having, maybe Tiffany would accept him for who he was, embrace his cross dressing, and take him in because cross dressers sexually aroused her. Only, knowing that she'd reject him too, she was the reason why he didn't share his cross dressing secret with anyone, not even his wife who he suspected she knew already anyway. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 13 Please give me the support of your vote. * Now that Linda's secret gangbang sex with his three friends is out in the open and a topic for their pillow talk discussions, Walter feels more comfortable dressing up as Wendy. With his wife gone shopping with her sister and mother and with Linda staying overnight at her sister's house, the next town over, this was Walter's chance to be alone and he wanted to make the most of his opportunity. With Wendy banging on his head in wanting to get out, this may be the perfect time for Walter to dress as Wendy. He's been waiting for decades to go out in public dressed as a woman. Now is his chance. It's been a while since he's had the house to himself without having Linda up his ass and in his business. A man needs to have some time to himself. A man needs time to be alone with his thoughts. With her always home the entire weekend and with him working all week long, he never has time for himself. He never gets to do any of the things that he wants to do without his boss telling him what he needs him to do or his wife telling him what she wants him to do. Before Linda, it was his mother and his big sister telling him what to do. Surrounded by bossy, bitchy women, seldom does he get to tell himself what he wants to do. He's tired of being bossed around and doing things that he doesn't want to do. "What about me?" Talking to no one but himself, with him finally king of his castle, he pounded his chest while looking around his empty house. "When do I get to do what I want to do?" Not yet ready for Linda to see him dressed as Wendy, he needed to perfect the hairstyle on his wig and practice how better to apply his makeup first. Only he was at a loss as to how to style his hair and how to affix his wig so that it would stay in place. He found some helpful tips on the Internet but once left alone to his own devices, his hair and makeup never came out the way he wanted it. He never looked pretty enough. Wishing there was a cross dressing club he could join, he wished he had someone to help him with his hair and makeup. He was at a loss as to how to perfect his makeup and to cover those imperfects in his skin that needed covering. In the way that cosmeticians are called makeup artists, he could never make up his face in the way that professional makeup artists makeup models and celebrities. Even the simplest thing to do, such as putting on lipstick, gave him trouble. As if he was an elderly woman with an unsteady hand, always he got lipstick above his lip and below his lip. Whether trying to apply it in one broad stroke or dabbing it on to correct his mistakes, nervous even when alone, his hand always started shaking. It had been a long time, years, since he's dressed as a woman. It's been a long time since he's felt the need to look pretty while dressed as a woman. He couldn't help himself from thinking of the song, 'I Look Pretty,' from the Westside Story. He sang the song to himself while styling his hair and applying his makeup. "I feel pretty, oh, so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and gay! And I pity any girl who isn't me today. I feel charming, oh, so charming. It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty that I hardly can believe I'm real." He stopped singing to stare at himself in the mirror before singing again as if he was on a Broadway stage. "See the pretty girl in the mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile, such a pretty me! I feel stunning and entrancing, feel like running and dancing for joy, for I'm loved by a pretty wonderful boy! Me," he said laughing. * * * * * Finally, coming to grips with his inherent need to cross dress, he was finally more accepting of himself as a cross dresser. Cross dressing was more than just dressing like a woman that he wasn't instead of dressing like the man that he was. Cross dressing was who he was and how he felt about himself. Cross dressing released something inside of him that made him feel normal and abnormal at the same time. With this more about him than about them, cross dressing was something he needed to do with apologies to no one. No more guilt and no more shame, he was beyond all of that now. He could have had much worse sexual peccadilloes than merely enjoying wearing women's clothes. Actually, something he'd never want his wife and his friends to know, in addition to wearing women's clothes he does have a couple of other fetishes too. He has a thing for women's panties and women's shoes. He not only loves women's panties and women's shoes but he collects them too. He has an entire collection of panties and shoes in his size tucked away in bins and plastic boxes and hidden away in the attic. A place where Linda never goes because of spiders that he fumigated long ago, any time he feels the need, he'll go up to the attic to admire his panty and shoe collection. If only his wife knew that not only does he have a panty and shoe fetish but also that he has more panties and shoes than she does, she'd want to go shopping to buy more. In his youth, constantly berating himself and beating himself up for something not his fault, he always felt guilty not only about cross dressing but also about having a sexual infatuation with women's panties and shoes. Typically he felt guilty before dressing as a woman and he felt guilty after having dressed as a woman. The odd thing was that he seldom felt guilty when dressed as a woman. Now, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love to have sex with Tiffany while dressed as a woman. If anything, even though he didn't make the prettiest woman, an understatement, whenever he was dressed as a woman, he felt good about himself. It wasn't until he removed his womanly clothes, his wig, and his makeup that he felt horribly guilty and ashamed. There was always that pent up anger ready to make him sad and depressed. If he didn't give in to the need to dress like a woman, he was angry. If he gave in to the need to dress like a woman, he was angry. Whether he gave in to the need to dress as a woman or not, he was angry. In the way that he successfully hid his cross dressing and panty and shoe collection from his mother and his sister for years, he hid his cross dressing and panty and shoe collection from his wife for 20 years. Yet, he suspected she knew his dirty, little secrets. He suspected she knew that he was a cross dresser and collected women's panties and women's shoes. In the way they never spoke of her having sex with his friends, they never spoke of him being a cross dressing and a collector of panties and shoes. With them living in the same house, how could she not know that he's a cross dresser? Yet, even though he felt terribly guilty and totally ashamed before dressing as a woman and after dressing as a woman, the odd thing was that he didn't feel guilty and/or ashamed while dressed as a woman. When wearing women's clothes, a bra and panties, he didn't feel ashamed. After wearing a wig and make up, he didn't feel guilty for giving into the need to cross dress. If he felt anything at all, he felt good when dressed as a women. When dressed as a woman, he felt better about himself. He felt sexually excited whenever he satisfied his sexual need to dress as a woman. He loved trying to make himself pretty, usually in vain but over the years, compared to the first time he dressed as a woman, he'd gotten better in transforming himself from male to female. Only, it wasn't until he removed the makeup, and took off the wig and women's clothes that he felt bad about himself. Apparently going with the need to cross dress, feeling sad and feeling angry is something he's felt for 30 years. Only, this time, he felt better about himself. This time before dressing as a woman he didn't feel guilty. This time before dressing as a woman he didn't feel ashamed. This time before dressing as a woman he didn't feel angry. This time before dressing as a woman he felt as if he was meant to cross dress. * * * * * He was excited about seeing his old clothes and many of the things he bought and hid away without even trying them on to see if they fit. Hidden in the back of his closet behind his hunting clothes, he dug out all the clothes he had hidden in boxes and on hangers at the back of his closet. No matter how long ago he bought the clothing items, as if looking at dated photographs, he remembered buying the clothing items. He was always so nervous buying women's clothes in a woman's clothing store, especially when usually he was the only man there, other than a couple of men who were with their wives. He always felt compelled to confess by lying and telling the saleswomen that he was buying something for his wife, a birthday gift, a Christmas gift, or an anniversary gift, he wondered how many saleswomen suspected that he was buying the clothes for himself. He wondered how many saleswomen suspected him of being a cross dresser. Then with him buying panties and shoes too, he wondered how many saleswomen suspected him of having a panty and shoe fetish. How could they not? Seriously, how many men buy panties and women's shoes? Something that only women would buy for themselves, yet with him going to a different store for every purchase, he didn't care what saleswomen thought about him. Nonetheless he fooled himself into not caring how they perceived him, he did care and he couldn't help himself from feeling that there was something seriously wrong with him for wanting to wear women's clothes. In the way that a woman never has anything to wear, being that he was never happy with the outfits he had, he now understood their wardrobe problems. Having forgotten about some of these clothes and with him buying and collecting women's clothes for twenty years, he had so very many outfits. Only, the things he bought years ago may not fit him now. Too late now to run out and buy something new, not wanting to take the time away from him getting dressed, he'd have to mix and match and make do. Later, when he goes to the mall, he'll buy something new. Yet, no matter what he wore, something new, something old, something borrowed, or something blue, he was never happy with the clothes that he had. He always imagined himself wearing something else, something better, something more flattering, and something he saw a woman wearing on the street or in a store. If only he had an unlimited budget to buy women's clothes, he'd buy something by a famous designer. In the way that Julia Roberts was dressed as a beautiful woman in Pretty Woman, he imagined himself dressed to the nth degree with a big brimmed hat and a puffy, full length, fox fur coat. He could only imagine what Linda would say if he bought himself a fox, fur coat after never buying her one. She'd have a fit. She'd be so mad. She'd drag him out of the house that very minute to buy her a fur at the furrier. * * * * * After emptying his closet of women's clothes, he looked at all the clothes that he dumped out of his boxes that were now strewn all over the bed. In the way his tops had fallen with their arms outstretched and their pant legs apart, his empty clothes reminded him of skinny, frail, emaciated women, women who had anorexia and/or bulimia. With his clothes looking much like clothes that the Nazi's stripped from Jewish women and dumped them all in big piles, he was sick to his stomach by the horrific image. One of the best movies he ever saw, sometimes he wished he's never watched Spielberg's Schindler's List. How could men like that do such horrible things to people who were humans just like them? What if someone did what they did to these innocent women to their wives, girlfriends, sisters, and mothers? How can Germans live with the knowledge that their ancestors were such monsters? Moreover, every time he sees a Jew driving an Audi, a BMW, a Mercedes, or a Porsche, he doesn't understand the phenomenon. Surely if he were a Jew and the Americans rescued him and his family from certain death, the last thing he'd buy is anything made in Germany. It's not a good enough excuse that the Germans make better automobiles. He'd still buy American. With so much death, destruction, and evil happening in the world, why should he feel guilty about cross dressing when no one feels guilty about the abhorrent things that they do? When politicians feel guilty about taking bribes and dirty money is when he'll feel guilty about cross dressing. When our elected officials do the job they were voted into power to do is when he'll feel guilty about cross dressing. When America gives minorities the same equal rights under our Constitution and Bill of Rights as Caucasians receive is when he'll feel guilty about cross dressing. God bless America but as a cross dressing man, he doesn't feel very accepted as an American so why should he feel guilty about anything that he does? * * * * * He'd love to wear a cute dress but that would mean that he'd have to shave his hairy legs. He looked at all of the cute dresses he's bought over the years and all with the tags still on them and that he's never worn. With him never having shaved his legs before, for the sake of him wearing a dress, it was time he bit the bullet and shaved his hairy legs. With him wanting to go all the way to make himself look more like a woman and with him doing his best to make himself look pretty, it was time that he shaved his legs. The main reason why he didn't shave his legs before was because he didn't want Linda to know that he was a cross dresser. Now with him emerging from his closet, he didn't care if she knew he's a cross dressers. Besides, he's sure that she already knows that he is. Besides unless he had a body like a professional bodybuilder, how could he go to the beach or tan by the pool with his legs shaved? Yet, with it only being a matter of time before he told her that he enjoys dressing as a woman, he was now ready to step out of his closet. Tired of only cross dressing partway and piecemeal, now was the time for him to go all the way and to be the best dressed woman that he could be. "God, I'm such a mess," he said looking at his face in the mirror. "Look at those bags under my eyes. I hope I have enough concealer. I'm going to have to pluck my eyebrows and shave my beard a lot closer than this," he said running a slow hand over his stubble. First things first, he needed to shower and shave. * * * * * Showered, shaved, and having shaved his legs with Linda's razor, he sat at her vanity table and in front of her makeup mirror. Linda had so very much makeup but he didn't dare touch any of her things. Instead he had his own makeup case filled with makeup and everything he needed to make himself look pretty. If only he knew how to apply it, he'd look better than how he usually looks. He wished he could sit at a makeup counter and have one of the cosmeticians makeup his face but he didn't dare. Instead, whenever he goes to the big departments, pretending his a bored husband waiting for his wife, he stands at a distance to watch the women making up someone's while hoping to get some helpful tips. With his makeup applied, his hair styled and his wig arranged on his head as best he could with hairspray and bobby pins, he was ready to pick out his outfit. With him having gained a few pounds, he weeded out the dresses he knew just by looking at them that wouldn't fit him. He used to be a size 10. Last he figured he was a size 12. Now none of his size 12 dresses fit him. It's a good thing he has a couple of size 14 dresses. If he drinks anymore beer than what he does now, he'll be wearing a size 16 dress soon. Struggling to squeeze the dress over his head without ruining his hairstyle, it was then that he realized he should have put the dress on first but afraid of wrinkling it, he thought it made more sense to put the dress on last. Deciding against wearing pantyhose, he chose thigh high stockings instead. He hated pantyhose and hated the fashion designer who invented them. He hated pantyhose because they denied men a flash of women's panties. Even as a cross dresser, as much as he enjoyed seeing a flash of women's panties, he imagined himself enjoying flashing his panties to a man or to a woman. Only he'd have to make it out of his house and drive himself to the mall first. Something he's yet to do, he's never left his house dressed as a woman. He put on his padded, blue, 40 C cup bra and shimmied his body into a pair of blue, bikini panties. Then, pulling and tugging, he squeezed himself into body shaping Spanx, before squeezing his fat body in a size 14 dress. Once he zipped his dress, a difficult thing for him to do alone unless he was double jointed, he looked at himself in the mirror. Glad that he waited to paint his fingernail, he would have ruined his manicure when putting on his Spanx. With blue his favorite color, he loved this blue dress that matched the color of his blue nails. The geometric pattern it had was slimming too. He sat in his chair to fit his size eleven women's blue, high heeled shoes on his size ten feet. The shoes felt tight but he wouldn't be wearing them all day. He could even kick them off while driving to the mall and would only have to wear them when walking through the mall. He had a blue leather pocketbook the same color as his dress and blue leather gloves that matched his handbag. He even had a navy blue raincoat that looked cute with the dress. Once all dressed, it was then that he realized that most times cross dressers were better dressed then real women. * * * * * The first time leaving his house dressed as a woman, and with him not wanting any of his neighbors to see him dressed as a woman, he entered the garage through the kitchen door. He sat in his car without opening the garage door and without starting the engine. A real breakthrough for him, since the first time he started dressing as a woman, this is something he's been wanting to do for thirty years, to go out in public dressed as a woman. He turned the mirror towards him so that he could talk to himself. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm in my car dressed as a woman and ready to drive to the mall," he said. "Only, it's one thing to be sitting in the car dressed as a woman and ready to drive to the mall but it's quite another thing to actually get out of the car once at the mall. Can I do it? Do I dare do this? I have to do it. Just do it." A big step for him, this is the first time he's been out of his house dressed as a woman. What if someone he knows sees him dressed as a woman? What if when stuck in traffic or sitting at a red light someone recognizes him? "Maybe I won't drive to the mall. Maybe I won't get out of the car. Maybe I'll just stay in my car. It will be enough for me to just drive around town," he said to the mirror as if talking to a real person in the car instead of talking to himself. "Only when will I have another chance to do this?" He feared someone recognizing the car and seeing some strange woman driving his car? 'Then,' he thought, 'upon second look, what if they recognize him dressed as a woman?' "I'll take the highway. I'll stay on that. With cars whizzing by at 60 miles an hour, no one will even notice me," he said. "If anything, they'll think that I'm a woman." 'Then,' he thought to himself, 'what's the sense of dressing up as a woman if you're not going to be seen by people and seen by someone, another man and/or another woman, so that you can get their opinion on how you look? Maybe he could drive to a mall in another city and walk through a woman's clothing store to see how they'd perceive him.' Yeah, he could do that. That's what he'll do. He'll drive to another city and walk through their mall. "I could buy some new clothes and tell the saleswoman that they're for me instead of for my wife which is what I always do," he said the mirror. "Maybe this time I'll buy a size 16 dress and size 11 EEE women's shoes. I could even buy a couple pair of panties." Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 13 Suddenly he was excited about going shopping for a new dress, shoes, and panties. * * * * * He hit the remote to open his garage door. This is it. This is really it. He was going out in the world dressed as a woman. He couldn't believe he was finally doing this. He couldn't believe after all of these years that he finally had the courage to go out dressed as a woman. Why not? This is his life. As long as he's not hurting anyone, it's really none of anyone's business what he does. He looked behind them to see if there was anyone there. The coast was clear. It was Sunday, most people weren't even up yet. Except for those people who go to church or walk their dog, most people stay home. He'd only have to drive a few blocks to reach the highway and once on that road, he'll be safe. He was excited about going to a mall in a distant city. He was excited about going shopping to buy a more comfortable dress, shoes, and panties. He wondered how the shoe salesman would perceive him. Maybe he should shop at a shoe store where he helped himself rather than being fitted. He was excited about buying panties. He wondered how the saleswoman would think he was a woman buying panties for himself or would guess that he was a man dressed as a woman. He was excited about stepping out of his car dressed as a woman at the mall. He was excited about walking through the mall dressed as a woman. He was excited about going into a store dressed as a woman. Only, as soon as he started backing out of his garage, he heard an unmistakable woman's voice. "Walter? Is that you? It is you. I don't believe it. Oh, my God. You're a cross dresser. I don't believe you're a cross dresser," said Tiffany. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 14 Please give me the support of your vote. * Tiffany discovers that her next door neighbor, Walter, is a cross dresser. "Walter?" Walter heard a voice that he immediately recognized. Cringing at the sound of her voice when he usually rejoiced at the sound of her voice, he was already turning a bright red in anticipation of her seeing him and him seeing her. Never thinking that he wouldn't even get out of his house with someone seeing him, he wished he was dead. In a neighborhood where no one is out and about unless they're walking their dog or late for work, he couldn't believe he's already busted. "Is that you?" As if he was caught stealing he turned to face his neighbor to give her an embarrassed smile. "It is you. I don't believe it. I nearly didn't recognize you," she said leaning down to his car window to practically stick her pretty face inside of his car. "Something tells me that you're not dressed for Halloween," she said with a laugh while looking at his wig, his makeup, and his dress. "Hi Tiffany," he said wishing he was dead again. "Hi Walter," she said. "What's ya doin'?" "Um, just going for a ride," he said. "My God," she said with a laugh as if she hadn't noticed. "Correct me if I'm wrong but are you a cross dresser?" When he didn't answer her, she made her own assumption based on the obvious facts that he was wearing a wig, makeup, and a dress. "You're a cross dresser. I don't believe you're a cross dresser," she said. "Cute dress," she said with a laugh. When he looked out his car window at her, he couldn't believe Tiffany, his best friend's wife, the imagined love of his life, was standing there with the same shocked look on her face that he had on his face. With him so very excited and with today starting out as the best day of his life, he was ready to go out in the world for the first time while dressed as a woman. He was all set to hit a mall a few towns away to shop for panties and shoes. Now the worst day of his life, instantly he was depressed? He suddenly felt in the way that Charles Dickens must have felt when he wrote the Tale of Two Cities. "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Only in his case, 'It was the best of days. It was the worst of days.' With him sitting in his car dressed as a woman, what can he possibly say to her to change her mind from thinking that there's something seriously wrong with him? No doubt about it. For him to want to dress up as a woman, there is something seriously wrong with him. Only he can't help himself. As if turning on a comfort switch, he feels so much better when wearing women's clothes. He feels human when dressed as a woman. He feels as if he's finally being true to himself when wearing women's clothes. Yet, with Tiffany seeing him dressed as a woman, the one person he didn't want to know that he crossed dressed, he was humiliated. With his head already hung down in shame, he'll never be able to look her in the eye again. Now, whatever sexual fantasies, hopes, and sexual desires he had of her were not only tainted by him being a cross dresser but also by her knowing that he's a cross dresser. If only she could have found out his secret after they had sex, he'd wouldn't so mind her finding out that he cross dresses. Only, who is he kidding? Someone who looks like her would never have sex with someone who looks like him, especially now that she knows that he's crazy. Then, when she tells her husband, Bill would no longer think of him as a friend but as some deranged lunatic who enjoys parading around while wearing women's clothes. He was done. He was finished. He'll be the talk of the town. He'll be fired from his job. He'll have to move. He'll have to kill himself. Maybe he can just make up a story and tell her that the reason why he's dressed as a woman is because he's working undercover for the CIA, the FBI, or Homeland Security. Nah, with Bill a police officer, no doubt he could easily reach out to verify and uncover that lie with all the contacts he knows and the connections he has enforcement. "Oh God. I'm so embarrassed," he said looking from the fantasy love of his life to look down at himself in shame. "My first time out of my house dressed as a woman, I wanted to go for a ride while wearing women's clothes," he said feeling like such a shit instead of feeling like the pretty woman he was when he started backing out of his driveway. "I was hoping to go to the mall a few towns over to buy some panties and perhaps a pair of shoes," he said. Taking a step back and putting a hand on her hip as if she was holding a hairbrush, she looked at him as if she was a hair and makeup artist instead of his next door, hot neighbor. "Actually with a better hairstyle and better application of your makeup, you wouldn't be such a bad looking woman. With your small features, I could actually make you look pretty. I've seen strippers who were born female who look worse than you do," she said with a laugh. Of all the people to bump into, he couldn't believe he ran into Tiffany not ten feet from his house. "I was hoping that no one would see me," he said. "I'm so very embarrassed with you, of all people, knowing my dirty, little sexual secret." She patted his shoulder and gave him a look of sympathy as if giving him her condolences for the old Walter who had died when he donned a dress. No longer wanting to hide himself anymore, with nothing left to be embarrassed about, Walter stepped from his car to give her the full treatment of him dressed as a woman. Ready to flee and run in his house and hide there forever, he turned as if he was a ballerina, bowed as if he was a princess curtseying to the queen, and smiled while wishing he was her lover. Yet, now that all was lost, he was doomed to live in shame forever. "You're embarrassed? Walter, c'mon, seriously. You're talking to a woman who used to strip off her clothes while dancing around a pole for a living," she said shaking her head. With her telling him things and feeling that he never knew about her, he looked at her with new insight into how she felt about stripping. "Stripping must have been hard for you," he said while hoping to find a common ground. She looked at him, rolled her eyes, and sighed. "You have no idea," she said. "I'm embarrassed whenever I see some fool in the supermarket who recognizes me as Crystal, my stripping stage name, and who looks at me as if I'm standing there naked with a pole between my legs. Trust me, there ain't no secrets that you can tell me that I haven't heard already," she said waving her manicured finger in his face. He looked at her with shame, while shockingly enough, she looked at him with sexual excitement. He wondered what that was about. Was she sexually turned on by him or with him cross dressing? Maybe she has a kinky, hot side that he doesn't know about. "Please don't tell Bill. I'm embarrassed enough already," he said hanging his head in humiliation. "I don't want to lose him as a friend." She made a face as if she had just eaten a bug. "Don't be silly," said Tiffany. "My very best, special friend, Stephen, also known as Stephanie, an old lover of mine, was a cross dresser," she said waving a hand of understanding. "We had a thing going for a couple of years a lifetime ago and I told Bill about him when I asked him to dress up as a woman for me." "Wait, you asked Bill, big, bad Bill, to dress as a woman?" "I did," she said laughing. Walter looked at her with shocked surprise. He imagined Bill looking much like Lurch of the Addams Family while wearing a dress. He imagined his friend looking much like Herman Munster of the Munster's while wearing a wig, makeup, and high heels. He' imagined Bill looking like Rob Gronkowski, Gronk, the 6'5", The Terminator, the 260 pound, star tight end of the New England Patriots looking ridiculous while wearing a dress." "Bill dressed as a woman?" He was stunned. He couldn't believe it. With his squared off Marine Corps drill sergeant type jaw, he couldn't even imagine how strange Bill would look dressed as a woman. "Bill's a cross dresser too?" She made that face again as if she had swallowed another bug. "Bill? A cross dresser? Let's be serious Walter. With Bill all man, a man's man, and a macho man, Bill wouldn't so much as use my pink, hair brush or put on my pink, rubber gloves, never mind him wearing my clothes," she said with a loud laugh. Suddenly the image of Tiffany standing at the sink while wearing nothing but her pink, rubber gloves filled his horny brain. He could clearly see her tits as if she was standing before him topless. Damn, she had such a spectacular body and such perfect breasts. "So tell me more about your cross dressing friend." She smiled at him as if she was remembering him. She smiled at him as if he was there with her now. She smiled at him as if suddenly shared a secret with a girlfriend. "Being that you shared your cross dressing secret with me, I'll share my sexy secret with you," she said pausing to look at his reaction to her telling him a sexy secret. He could only imagine what kind of sexy secret a stripper would have. "Okay," he said. "I like hearing sexy secrets." He imagined her into group sex. He imagined her having sex with a woman. He imagined her blindfolded and tied to the bed in the way that he blindfolded and tied his wife to the bed. He imagined her being into tickling, spanking, or golden showers. "You must promise you won't laugh or judge me if I tell you my sexy secret," she said. As if standing in a courtroom while being sworn in, Walter raised his right hand. "I promise not to laugh or to judge you," he said while eager to hear Tiffany's sexy secret. She paused while looking at him. Seemingly in the way she looked so nervous telling him what she was about to tell him, this must be some kind of sexy secret. "I haven't even told this to Bill," she said. Now he really couldn't wait to hear her sexy secret. "You can tell me. Your sexy secret is safe with me. I promise not to tell anyone your sexy secret, Tiffany," said Walter. He wondered if her sexy secret had something to do with the pink, rubber gloves she wears when washing those few, delicate items that aren't dishwasher safe. "He used to enjoy having sex with me while he was dressed as a woman," she said looking at him to see how her sexy secret was received before continuing. When she was seemingly satisfied that he wouldn't laugh and/or judge her, she continued. "I had a thing for having sex with a man who more looked like a woman than he did a man," she said. "Wow," said Walter while imagining Tiffany having sex with him when he was dressed as a woman. His sexual fantasy come true, not only would he want to have sex with Tiffany but also he'd love to have sex with Tiffany while dressed as a woman. "Who knows, with me never having sex or wanting to have sex with a woman, maybe I have lesbian tendencies. Maybe I'm a closet lesbian," said Tiffany. "I associated with plenty of strippers who were lesbians. If only some of those horny men knew that the stripper they were watching undress would rather lick a pussy than suck a cock, I wonder what they'd say." Not only did the love of his life have sex with a cross dresser while he was dressed as a woman but also she has a thing for having sex with a man who looks more like a woman. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't have scripted this any better than if he wrote it himself. "Definitely, they'd want their dollars back," said Walter with a laugh. What? This is so totally bizarre. Tiffany had a cross dressing lover named Stephen who went as Stephanie? She enjoyed having sex with a man who looked more like a woman? Get outta town. Fuck me. Maybe there's hope for him having sex with her after all. Unfortunately, immediately bursting his bubble of hope, the only problem he had between him having his wicked sexual way with Tiffany while he was dressed as a woman is Bill, a man about 6'4" tall and weighing about 260 pounds. Walter may look, which he's done plenty of times before while watching Tiffany cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown, her little barely there bathrobe, and now naked except for her pink, rubber gloves but he'd never, ever touch the wife of his best friend, a man who wears a badge and carries a gun for a living. "Do you have a name?" As if telling her his secret identity, he smiled at the thought of sharing his secret, sexy, woman's name with Tiffany. "Wendy. I go by Wendy whenever I'm cross dressing," he said. "I've always liked that name for some reason. Not knowing anyone named Wendy, except for the redhead from Wendy's restaurant, I don't know why I like that name, I just do. Besides being that it begins with a W and has two syllables, it's a name that's similar to Walter...Wendy, Walter, Walter, Wendy." With his eyes wide open while staring at her with her eyes suddenly shut closed, she took a step forward and kissed him. She didn't kiss him on his forehead or on his cheek, but she kissed him on the lips. Albeit just a peck, she kissed him. Always wondering what it would feel like for his lips to touch her lips, he couldn't believe that Tiffany kissed him nonetheless. "You're sweet," she said. "Okay, here goes. I'm going to tell you my sexy secret," she said taking a big breath. He touched her hand before squeezing her hand. "Trust me, you'll feel better sharing your sexy secret with someone," he said while imagining Tiffany being tied to his bed blindfolded, him peeing on her, him tickling her, or her over his knee while he spanked her shapely ass red. While returning the squeeze of her hand with the squeeze of his hand, she looked at him and smiled. "For some strange reason, if I have any fetish at all, I can't control myself around cross dressers. For some strange reason, I've been sexually attracted to them for as long I can remember," she said letting go of his hand to clutch her breasts with both hands in the way that he wished he was feeling her big tits with his two hands. What? Huh? She can't control herself around cross dressers? And with him standing there wearing a wig, makeup, and a dress, are you kidding me? Does that mean what he thinks it means? In the way she had a sexual affair with a cross dresser, is she thinking about having a sexual affair with him now too? Only, suddenly thinking of Quentin Tarantino's movie, Kill Bill, he'd have to find a way to kill Bill first," he thought. Quickly he moved from sanity to lunacy to before returning to his senses. He could never kill Bill. Bill was his best friend. Maybe he'd just club him over the head hard enough for him to have brain damage and not remember that he's married to Tiffany while thinking that Walter is. "I'm sorry, please forgive me Tiffany and I hope you don't take this the wrong way but suddenly I imagine you stripping off all of your clothes to give me hot sex. I apologize for having such inappropriate thoughts about your naked body. Please forgive me. Yet, with that out of the way, I'm just curious," said Walter as Wendy. He looked at her as if she was standing there naked when she was wearing a bathrobe over one of her sexy nightgowns. "What are you curious about Walter? Sorry. I mean Wendy," said Tiffany. "When you said that you're unable to control yourself around cross dressers, exactly what did you mean by you being unable to control yourself around a cross dresser?" Giving him a look that curled his pubic hair, she gave him a sexy look that he only imagined her giving him in his sexual fantasies of her while imagining her naked and having hot sex with him. "Lemme put it this way Wendy. In the way of 'it is what it is,' well 'it is isn't always what it is.' Helter-skelter, topsy-turvy, Humpty-Dumpty, inside out and right side in, I like things that aren't always what they appear to be," she said. "Give me puzzles and riddles to boring facts and information any day. I prefer playing impromptu games than to adhere to rules and following a routine," she said. "Right up my alley, cross dressers are fun and cops are not." In the way he confessed his internal, sexual, secret self by being dressed as a woman, she was confessing her internal, sexual, secret self by allowing him a glimpse in her personal life. He's known this woman for six years and except for her gorgeous outside appearance, he never had a glimpse of the real Tiffany until now. He couldn't believe all that she was saying. He couldn't believe the personal things she was sharing with him. If he knew that it would take him to dress up as a woman to get to know Tiffany better, he would have exposed himself as a cross dresser years ago by parading around in front of her dressed as a woman. "Thank you for answering my question but I still don't fully understand how you're unable to control yourself around a cross dresser?" He needed her to spell it out for him in black and white so that he wouldn't pay the price of initiating an extramarital affair with a married woman. He needed her to spell it out for him in black and white so that he wouldn't pay the deadly price of initiating an extramarital affair with a woman who's married to a big, bad cop. She looked at him in the way he imagined her looking at him if she wanted to suck him. She looked at him in the way he imagined her looking at him if she wanted to fuck him. She looked at him in the way he imagined her looking at him when she was ready for sex. "My favorite candy is one that has bittersweet chocolate. I love the sweet with the bitter taste just as I love making out with a man who's dressed as a woman. My favorite Chinese food dish is sweet and sour chicken. I love finding that hard surprise between the legs of a man who's dressed like a woman when we get right down to business," she said holding her hand by his crotch and leaving it there until he developed a throbbing erection. He looked at her with confusion while she looked at him with sexual arousal. He couldn't believe that Tiffany wasn't offended that he was a cross dresser. He couldn't believe she had a sexual affair with a man who was a cross dresser. He couldn't believe her thing was to have sex with a man while he was dressed as a woman. He couldn't believe that she was holding her palm against his emerging erection. Then, when he looked down after she removed her hand from his bulging penis, giving proof positive that he wasn't a woman but a man, he couldn't believe his erection showed through his dress. "What about Bill?" If ever Bill discovered him having sex with Tiffany, he imagined his friend beating him senseless and being tasered before being shot and arrested for resisting arrest. "What about Bill?" She gave him an unconcerned look. "Newsflash. You probably don't know this, Wendy, but Bill..." she said pausing for effect, "would much rather have sex with Linda than to have sex with me." Walter couldn't believe what he was hearing. In the way that he wants to have sex with Tiffany he couldn't believe that Bill wants to have sex with Linda. No way! Are you kidding me? Oh my God! Why would Bill want Linda over Tiffany? "I don't believe it," he said. "Bill would rather have sex with Linda, my middle-age housewife, over having sex with you, a hot, young, black, ex-stripper? My God, what is wrong with this picture?" Walter shook his head in disbelief while looking at Tiffany as if she was kidding or lying to him. "Yes, Bill has been lusting over Linda for years. Every time she's in the garden digging up the ground, planting her vegetables, or harvesting them, he watches her through his binoculars while masturbating himself. Linda as inadvertently or deliberately, I don't know which, given my husband plenty of down blouses of her cleavage and bra and plenty of up skirts of her panties," said Tiffany. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 14 Tiffany looked at him with sadness, obviously that her husband would rather have Linda than her. "Tell me the truth Tiffany. I can take it. I go way back with Bill. I've known him for twenty years. What's wrong with him? Has he lost his mind? Does he have PTSS from being a cop too long?" She looked at him with rejection. She looked at him with sad eyes. She looked at him as if she was about to cry. "Bill is still of sound mind," she said. "Hot and heavy for a while, it's no secret that Bill is in love with your wife. Bill would rather spend the rest of his days with her than with me," she said looking at him with hurt and rejection and looking again as if she was about to cry. Oh my God! Walter's mind was reeling. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to offer her his shoulder, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and his cock. His dream come true, if he heard her right and understood her correctly, Tiffany wants to have sex with him. His sexual fantasy come true, Tiffany wants to have sex with him dressed as a woman. With him in love with Tiffany and with Tiffany seemingly interested in him because he's a cross dresser, his longtime sexual desire come true, Walter is in love with Linda. This scenario couldn't be any better than if he wrote it in a story himself. Only, this was no story. This wasn't some fictionally portrayal of imaginary events. This was his life or the life that he so wanted with her instead of with Linda. Suddenly he imagined inviting Bill and Tiffany to his house. Suddenly, with them having sex in separate rooms, he imagined Bill having sex with Linda while he had sex with Tiffany. Suddenly, he imagined them swapping not only wives but houses too. "So, what are you saying Tiffany?" She gave him that sexy smile again. "I'm saying come inside my house and give me sex. I'm horny. I'm sexually frustrated. With Bill working nights and sleeping days, I need to feel a man between my legs and there ain't no better man who can make me cum than a cross dressing man." To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 15 Please give me the support of your vote. * With both sharing the same sexual fantasy, Tiffany wants to have sex with a cross dressing man dressed as a woman and Walter wants to have sex with a woman while dressed as Wendy. Give her sex? He couldn't believe what he was hearing coming out of Tiffany's mouth. As if she was his puppet and he was her marionette, she wants him to give her sex. As if he had hypnotized her and she was under hypnosis, she was saying all of the things that he imagined her saying in his wildest and most wicked sexual fantasies. There ain't no better man who can make her cum than a cross dressing man. Is that what she said? He didn't imagine her saying that, did he? She did say that, right? Yet, with him not wanting to risk a beating, an arrest, or certain death, he needed to ask her the question. "Are you sure this is okay with Bill?" Wanting to make sure she wasn't teasing him, leading him on, and/or lying to him, he looked at her while trying to read her. He needed to know that he had her husband permission to have sex with his wife. "Bill would be tickled pink that you took my black ass off of his hands," she said with a melodious albeit a sad, little laugh. "He's been lusting over her, spying on her, and masturbating over the thoughts of seeing Linda naked and having sex with her naked body, ever since we moved in next door six years ago," she paused to see what impact her confession had on him before continuing. "Bill would have no problem with you sexually satisfying my black body as long as he can be with Linda's snow white, nearly virginal ass." Walter couldn't believe this was happening. Tiffany wants him to give her sex. Tiffany wants him to have sex with her while he's dressed as a woman. Yet, even more unbelievable than that, Walter wants to have sex with Linda. How perfect is this? "I'm stunned Tiffany," he said. Tiffany rolled her eyes and took him by the hand. "Well stun your white ass inside my house before someone else sees you dressed as a woman," said Tiffany. "We can't have the whole neighborhood talkin' about you as if you're some crazy, ass fool who's lost his mind." The car keys that Walter held in his hand forced him to remember his car parked half outside his garage. "Just let me put my car in the garage," he said. "I'll be there in a minute." Walter opened his car door, got in, and sat in his car for a minute to wrap his head around all that just happened. With him never, ever alone with Tiffany before, he suspected that the reason why she invited him in her house was because he was about to have sex with her. Thinking better of why someone who looks like her would want to have sex with someone how looks like him, maybe it was a trap. Maybe she needed him as a complicit conspirator in her divorce. Maybe she was setting him up and using him to make her husband jealous and to take her husband down. Now, suspecting that he didn't, he wondered if Bill really wanted Linda or if Tiffany was just making that up to get him in her house under the false pretenses of having sex with her. With him suddenly believing her to be filled with deception and deceit, oh the tangled web of lies that an ex-stripper can weave. Wanting to believe everything she said, he didn't know what to believe. Yet, what did it matter if she was lying or not? She just told him that she wants to have sex with him. Moreover, she wants to have sex with him dressed as a woman. Only, if she was lying and was cheating on Bill with him, Bill would kill him. He needed to know if she was telling the truth before he could have sex with her. He needed to know that having sex with her behind his friend's back wouldn't jeopardize his friendship. He parked his car and closed the garage door before heading for Bill and Tiffany's house. As he walked up the front steps, he noticed her front door was open a crack. As soon as he put his hand to the knob to push open the door, he heard her sexy voice. "Come in Walter. The door's open," she said. As soon as he stepped in his best friend's house and walked down the long hall from the back door to the front door, when he turned to his right to peek in the living room where her voice emanated from, he saw Tiffany standing in her living room. Standing in front of the fireplace with the drapes pulled across the big bay window, she was standing there naked. As if she was getting ready to clean her kitchen again, Tiffany was naked. Shocking the shit out of him, he couldn't believe she was naked. If he didn't believe she was naked when she was cleaning her kitchen last night, here she is naked again now. He couldn't believe he was so up close and personal with her beautiful, black body. "My God Tiffany. Better looking than Beyoncé and with a shapelier body than Kim Kardashian and/or Halle Berry, you're so beautiful," he said. She smiled a sexy smile that he imagined her smiling at her customers when she was stripping off her clothes while dancing around a pole to entice them to deposit a one, five, ten, or twenty dollar bill in her G-string. "I know this isn't the first time you've seen my black body," she said acting so coyly innocent. "I've seen the red light from your cigarette piercing through the darkness like a firefly in the night. I know you've been sitting in your chair in the dark while watching me. Tell me," she said pausing to strike a sexy pose. "Did you like what you saw then? Do you like what you see now?" Was she sexually turned on that he had been watching her or was she angry that he had been peeping on her? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. Busted again, if she was angry with him for peeping on her, he'd be so upset. If she was sexually turned on that he was watching her, he'd be so happy. "One night," he said admitting to spying on her one night instead of peeping on her every night. "I, um, just couldn't sleep and stayed up late to have a drink and a cigarette. I, um, really didn't notice you," he said lying while playing it safe. He needed to know how she was feeling about him watching her before he could respond in kind. Then, she gave him a sexy smile that told him that she was playing with him. "Tell me and be honest, did I sexually excite you enough when I donned my pink, rubber gloves to wash my glassware in the sink? Tell me and be honest, did I sexually excite you enough for you to sexually lust over me when I was cleaning my kitchen in my short, sexy, and low cut nightgowns? Tell me and be honest, did I sexually excite you enough for you to remove your cock from your pants and stroke yourself when I was cleaning my kitchen in my barely there bathrobe? Tell me and be honest, did I sexually excite you enough for you to masturbate yourself when I stood in front of my kitchen window and slowly removed my bathrobe to show you my naked body?" Walter stared at her beautiful face before he stared at her big, beautiful, black tits. He stared at her dark brown, round areolas and her black erect nipples. He stared at her shaved black pussy and he stared at her shapely black ass. He couldn't wait to tap her big, shapely, round, firm, sexy, black ass. Only when did she shave her pussy? She had a patch of black, curly hair there last night. She must have shaved herself this morning. He couldn't wait to lick her. He couldn't wait to feel how baby soft her pussy is. He couldn't wait to finger fuck her pussy while rubbing her clit and fingering her nipples. He couldn't wait to make love to her and her pussy before fucking her and her pussy. He wondered about her catching him just backing out of his garage. Maybe in the way he's always watching for her to make an appearance in her kitchen, she always watching for him to leave his house. If that's the case then he doesn't mind being trapped in her sexy, spider web. If that's the case than he doesn't mind being watched by her. "I loved all that I saw of you then and all that I'm seeing of you now Tiffany," he said. "Yes, you excited me enough for me to sexually lust over you, for me to remove my cock from my pants, and for me to masturbate over the naked sight of you." She gave him a smile that dizzied his brain, melted his heart, and hardened his cock. "Then come over here and show me how much you love what you see," she said turning more to the side so that he could see the roundness of her fabulous ass and the spherical protrusion of her big tits. Immediately Walter reached behind him to unzip his dress. "Just let me get out of this dress," he said. She looked at him horrified that he wanted to remove his clothes. "Wait," she said holding up her hand as if she was Dianna Ross of the Supremes while singing, 'Stop in the Name of Love.' "Don't you be taking off them clothes. Just reach beneath your dress and remove your panties. You are wearing panties, right?" He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His fantasy woman has a thing for cross dressers. With them sharing the same sexual fantasy, his dream woman wants to have sex with him while he's dressed as a woman. What are the odds of that? Moreover, getting even better, her husband is in love with his wife. What are the odds of that? Too good to be true, Walter couldn't believe his luck. "Yes, I'm wearing panties. Being that I have a panty and shoe fetish I wouldn't leave the house without my panties and high heel shoes," he said. "Perfect," she said. "You must show me your collection of panties and shoes some time. If you show me your panty and shoe collection, I'll show you my collection of stripper clothes," she said with a laugh obviously at what she was about to say next. "I'd love to dress you up to look like Cher or Madonna. That would be so hot for me to imagine having sex with Cher and/or Madonna while knowing that I was really having sex with a man dressed as a woman, a celebrity woman." "I'd like that too," he said. "I've always liked both Cher and Madonna. What about my wig? Should I remove my wig?" She laughed. "Is that what that is, a wig? I'm glad that's not your real hair baby. That would be nasty if that was a comb over shaped as a wig," she said laughing. "I'm going to have to show you how to style your wig and fix your make up too," she said. "Now get your white ass over here and give me a big, wet kiss. Mama needs some sweet lovin'." As if time slowed, as if he was dreaming all of this, Walter walked across the room to Tiffany. With his eyes and brain filled with her naked body, he couldn't believe he was in the same room with his best friend's, naked wife. Then, as soon as he thought of Bill, as if a needle going across a record, his lust for Tiffany came for a quick halt. "Are you sure this is okay with Bill, us having sex?" She rolled her eyes again and let out a big sigh of exasperation. "Trust me, Walter, as long as you can convince your wife to have sex with my man, we're good," she said. "The only fly in the ointment in the way that I see it is that Linda may not want to have an extramarital affair with Bill. With her being a holy roller, a goodie-too-shoes, and a religious, church going woman, I perceive her as a woman who'd never have sex with anyone but your white ass," said Tiffany with a laugh. While thinking of Jim, Henry, and Tom having sex with his wife, he thought of the three men pounding her pussy and giving her orgasms with their fingers, their mouths, and their cocks. He thought about Linda sucking his three friends' cocks and his three friends cumming in her mouth. Walter laughed at the thought of Linda swallowing three loads of cum while Tiffany thought of his wife as a holy roller, a goodie-too-shoes, and a religious, church going woman. "Holy roller? Goodie-too-shoes? The only thing you got right is that Linda goes to church every Sunday but trust me, just as she's no religious church woman, she's no virgin," he said beaming her a smile. "Just last night she had group sex with Jim, Henry, and Tom." Tiffany looked at him stunned, as stunned as a naked black woman can look at a middle-aged, cross dressing man staring at her with lust. "What? Seriously? Group sex?" She laughed. "Linda is fucking every one of your friends and you don't invite my man to the party? What's wrong with you fool?" Pushing out her hip in the way that only a black diva can do, she put a hand to hand to her hip and stared at him with a silent 'Ah huh'. "I meant no disrespect in not including Bill in Linda's little sexual orgy and I would have invited him had I known he was interested in getting with Linda,' said Walter. "Yet with Bill married to someone who looks like you, a Nubian Princess, why on Earth would he ever want someone who looks like Linda when he already has someone who looks like you?" As if he was right on the money and he surely was, she gave him that 'Ah huh', look again. "Because she's white and I'm black. What they say about once going black, you never go back, is not true in the case of Bill. Now that he's had chocolate, he has a craving for vanilla again," she said. Walter looked at her with shocked confusion. If his role was reversed, just as he couldn't wait to leave Linda for Tiffany, he'd never leave Tiffany for Linda. "I don't understand Tiffany. If I had someone like you in my life, a beautiful black woman, once I went black, I'd never, ever go back. I'd never crave vanilla ever again when I had your creamy, chocolate creation," he said. Star struck with her standing there naked, he couldn't wait to touch her. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms while kissing her. He couldn't wait to have sex with her shapely, black ass. Only, in case Tiffany was lying to him, enticing him, and teasing him under false pretenses, he needed to know the real reason behind his sexual fantasy coming true. Moreover, he needed to know that Bill was okay with him having sex with his wife. "Bill loved my black ass because I worked as a stripper. Bill loved my black ass because I showed my sexy, black body to men and he got off on watching other men watching me strip off my clothes," she said. "Bill loved my black ass because he thought that I was a slut and a whore and would have swinging sex with him, with other men, and with women in the swinging lifestyle." Walter looked at Tiffany with new insight into her marriage to Bill. It turns out his friend was as much as a pervert with wanting Tiffany to have sex with other men as he was a pervert with wanting Linda to have sex with other men too. "I see," said Walter suddenly feeling bad for Tiffany. He looked at her with sympathy and she looked at him with sexual arousal. "Only, I'm not a slut or a whore. I danced because I needed the money. I danced because stripping was the only good paying job I could get as a black woman without a college education. Men gave me what I wanted, money, and I gave men what they wanted, a look at my naked body. Only, I never gave any of those animals sex," she said with anger. Wanting to hug her and comfort her, while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, of course, Walter looked at her a renew understanding of who she was as a proud, black woman. "I see," said Walter not knowing what else to say. He looked at her with sympathy and she looked at him with anger. "No, I don't think you do see. All you men are alike. Just because I worked as a stripper doesn't mean that I was a whore. I never worked the VIP room. I danced to music and hugged the pole while stripping off my clothes and then I went home. The first and only man I ever dated who knew that I was a stripper was Bill and I only dated him because he was a cop. He was nice to me. He treated me with respect in the beginning. He made me feel safe," she said. Wow, so different that he imagine her being, in turns out that she's a nice woman with a good heart. "Then, I don't understand. Why me, Tiffany?" No doubt, her wanting him sexually has to do with him dressing as a woman. No doubt, with them sharing the same sexual fantasy of him wanting to have sex with a woman while dressed as a woman and her wanting to have sex with a man who's dressed like a woman, it's a win/win situation. Why question it? Just do it. "I've been watching you and how you relate to people. Loving and kind with a good sense of humor, you're a good person Walter. We're friends. We get along. I like how you look at me. You look at me with love instead of only sex," she said stepping closer to him. She kissed him, really kissed him, French kissed him. Walter couldn't believe Tiffany was French kissing him. "Wow," he said after he kiss. "Two firsts for me. My first time kissing a black woman and I've never been kissed like that before." She smiled as if he had just complimented her and he had. "Get used to it Baby 'cause I plan on taking you 'round the world while I rock your world, Sugar. Let's get more comfortable in the bedroom," she said escorting him down the hall. His dream come true only he was reluctant to take the next sexual step with her until he had the assurance that him having sex with Bill's wife was okay with him. "Wait, I don't know about his Tiffany. Bill is half a foot taller than me, outweighs me by 80 pounds, and is licensed to carry a gun," said Walter. "Allow me to put your mind at rest," she said picking up her cell phone. "Hi Baby. Listen, Walter is here with me. Yes, I'm naked, of course I'm naked`," she said laughing. "I'm about to make all of his dreams come true," she said with a sexy, dirty laugh. "When you come home tonight, I want you to go next door instead of coming home here. Yes, take a shower at the precinct. Walter will give Linda a heads up that you're coming over. Here's Walter." Walter nervously accepted the phone from Tiffany. "Hello?" "Hi Walter." "Hi Bill." "Thank you so very much for taking Tiffany off my hands. I need a break. Tiffany is insatiable. It was fun in the beginning but I'm too old and too tired to keep up with her," he said. "I don't know if Tiff told you but to be honest, I've always had a thing for Linda. Is it all arranged with Linda?" "I'm going to call her right now to let her know you'll coming over, only she won't be home from her sister's until tomorrow," said Walter. "That's okay. You have a good time with my wife tonight and I'll have a good time with your wife tomorrow night," said Bill. "Gotta go. I'm busy fighting crime and keeping everyone safe. Bye Walter." "Bye Bill," he said handing the cell phone to Tiffany. "I don't believe this. Having sex with you is my dream come true." "Do you feel better now Sugar?" "I do," he said. "Then get over here and kiss me," said Tiffany. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 16 Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter shares his fetish for women's panties with Tiffany after having sex with her. Never wanting to let her go, Walter remained in bed with the love of his life, 30-something-year-old Tiffany. With him suddenly a player, the big man on campus, and the Don Juan lover of a man, albeit a man in a dress and wig while wearing makeup, he had a big ass smile on his face. He had just had sex with Tiffany. A marathon of sweating, humping, screaming loud, nearly having a heart attack type of sex, he couldn't believe he just had sex with Tiffany. With him cumming in her pussy and again in her mouth, and with her ready to go again, he couldn't remember the last time he ejaculated twice in a day unless he was masturbating himself morning and night. "Wait Tiffany. Time out. I need a break," said Walter huffing and puffing while checking his pulse and wishing he had 911 on his speed dial in case he was having a heart attack. Never did he think his 48-year-old, out of shape body would experience making love to not only a much younger woman but also to a beautiful, black woman. With black men lusting over blonde, pretty women in the way that O. J. Simpson lusted over, romanced, and seduced Nicole Brown before she became his wife, a rare phenomenon, seldom does a black woman want to have sex with a white man. Of course, it's much more tempting if that black man is a rich athlete but normally, unless they're curious about having sex with a black cock, white women stay with white men. In the way that white men want to have sex with black women, black women are more apt to stay within their own race too. Going back to the days of slaves and slavery, it's always been the white men who wanted to sample the forbidden fruits of black women. In the way that so very many black rapists who've forced themselves on white women, it's always been black women who've been forced to have sex with white men. Whether milk chocolate or dark chocolate in a black and white mixture of arms and legs with a black cherry on top, as far as Walter was concerned, indeed, bedding Tiffany was a real prize but was she a bittersweet one? In Walter's case, perhaps in the future he needed to be more careful what he wished for because he may just get what he wished for and what he wished for in having sex with Tiffany now, he got in spades, no pun intended. * * * * * With his dress disheveled and his lipstick smeared all over his face and all over Tiffany's beautiful face, her big tits, and her shaved pussy, Walter was the happiest he's ever been in such a very long time. His dream come true to make love to Tiffany, it's long been his erotic, sexual fantasy to make love to a woman while dressed as a woman. He's wanted to experience making love to a woman while dressed as a woman ever since he dressed in his sister's and mother's clothes when he was 18-years-old. "I love the sensation of kissing you while you're wearing lipstick Walter. Put on more lipstick so that I can kiss it off again," said Tiffany. She was getting into having sex with Walter dressed as a woman as much as he was getting into have sex with Tiffany while he was dressed as a woman. Strangely enough, with her wanting to make love to man dressed as a woman in the way that he wanted to make love to a woman while he was dressed as a woman, the fact that they shared the same, sexual fantasy is beyond belief. Astronomical, no doubt, but what are the odds of that? If only Bill knew what he was missing in not dressing as a woman for the sake of having hot sex with his wife, maybe he'd readily agree to dress as a woman. If only Bill knew the two hour, hot and heavy sexual session he just had with Tiffany, perhaps he'd be enticed to dress as a woman too. Only, Bill was the reason why Walter was in bed with Tiffany. In the way that Walter was now feeling too, Bill was too old to keep up with Tiffany, and always feeling tired too tired for sex. Fun in the beginning, Bill's already admitted that his wife is too much of a sexual, wildcat of a woman for him. With Bill married to Tiffany for six years, even he couldn't imagine having a steady diet of two hour sex day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year. If Walter having a two hour sexual session with Tiffany is any indication of what she's like all the time when naked and in bed, then she may be too much women for him too. She may be too much woman for any older man unless he's in as good of a physical condition as Lance Armstrong. No doubt, any man who wanted to be with Tiffany sexually needed to dope his blood, take steroids, HGH, and an overdose of Viagra or Cialis. "Hurry! I need another injection of doped blood. Give me another injection of anabolic steroids mixed with human growth hormone and another cocktail of Viagra and Cialis. Tiffany wants to cum again," imagined Walter saying to an assistant charged with doping his blood, take steroids, and take an overdose of Viagra or Cialis. * * * * * "If I had a cigarette, I'd smoke it," said Walter. "There's no smoking in my house," said Tiffany not scolding him and not saying that in a confrontational voice but just telling him her preference. Able to take it or leave it, he really didn't smoke. Just, sometimes, occasionally, he needed a cigarette and, understandably, this was one of those times. "It's okay, Tiff," he said. Seemingly now that he ejaculated cum in her pussy and in her mouth, it was okay for him to call her Tiff, the pet name that Bill always called his wife, instead of Tiffany. Nonetheless, by the look on her face in not wanting to hurt Walter's feelings with him a guest in her house and more than that, an invited sexual guest in her bedroom too, she seemingly felt compelled to explain her reasons for having a no smoking rule in her home. Just a personal choice for most people who are non-smokers, it was more than merely that with Tiffany. "After coming home every night smelling like cigarettes and beer, if I never smell another cigarette and another beer, I'll be a happy woman." She looked at Walter. "If you want to always make me a happy woman, never smell of cigarettes and/or beer." Never wanting to make her an unhappy woman in the way that he was always making Linda an unhappy woman, he readily answered her with the promise of his personal assurance. "Don't worry. I won't," he said. "The only time I light up a cigarette is late at night, just before going to bed, while having a beer and watching you clean your kitchen naked," he said giving her a dirty, little laugh. "Pervert," she said laughing and giving him an elbow in the ribs. He couldn't believe he was in bed with her. He couldn't believe he just had sex with her. He couldn't believe he fulfilled his sexual fantasy of having sex with a woman while dressed as a woman. He looked at the beautiful, naked black woman beside him with as much sexual lust as he looked at her with love. "I couldn't believe my eyes when you stood in front of your kitchen windows to face me while removing your bathrobe. Wow! In an instant and going cold turkey, I'd stop drinking beer and smoking cigarettes for you." He felt and fondled her big, brown breasts and fingered her hard, erect black nipples while she mindlessly fingered the head of his white cock. Without her even having to stroke him and without him even having to take a blue Viagra pill or a yellow Cialis pill, he was getting an erection again. He couldn't believe he was getting another erection. Especially after he was recently experiencing some difficulty in his inability to get hard with Linda, he had no problem getting hard with Tiffany. Seriously, c'mon, are you kidding me? Look at her. Just look at her. Who wouldn't get an erection with Tiffany in bed with him naked? With her gorgeous when fully dressed, she's even more stunning when naked and in bed with him. Either way, dressed or naked, she's beautiful. Maybe if Linda looked like Tiffany and had her body, he'd get erections with her all the time too. Maybe if Linda was an ex-stripper and could do what Tiffany can do with her hands, her mouth, and her pussy, he's always be hard for Linda too. Suddenly, he tried to envision Linda as a black woman. Unable to visualize her with blue black hair and brown skin, he didn't think she'd be nearly as pretty as Tiffany. "That's sweet. You offering to quit smoking and drinking is more than any man has offered to do for me," she said. "So," she said pausing to look at him. "Would you like to see my stripper clothes?" Stripper clothes? Having never seen her striptease show, he couldn't even imagine her stripper clothes. He imagined her dressed as Liberace albeit in abbreviated, barely there outfits that sparkled more than they covered her. He imagined her big breasts and her round ass protruding from her stripper clothes. "Yeah, sure," said Walter sitting up in bed. "I'd love to see your stripper clothes." Seemingly with the clothes she wore as a stripper more of a big deal to him than it was to her, she wasn't able to match his excitement in showing him her stripper clothes in the way he looked forward to seeing her stripper clothes. Whether she worked at McDonalds or at Wal-Mart, her stripper clothes was just a uniform that she wore when stripping. "I'll tell you what. Give me half an hour to shower and change. You go next door to shower and get dressed and bring your panty collection over with you when you return," she said. "I'd like to see them." Never having shown his panty collection to anyone, he was excited to show her his panty collection. With her having worked as a stripper, if anyone would understand his attraction to and his fetish for sexy panties, she would. "There's quite a lot panties," he said with an embarrassed laugh. "With me collecting panties for years, I have quite a lot of panties." He intimately recalled his panty collection. With all of them memorable occasions in his life, he remembered the exact days and the stores where he bought each one. "How many panties do you have?" She looked at him with more curiosity than surprise. With each of them unique in color, style, and brand, he was trying to count them all in his head. He had so very many pairs of panties. "Being that each pair doesn't take up very much room, I still have enough panties to fill a big box," he said with a happy smile. "There are briefs, classic, high-cut, boyleg, and control panties. I have hipsters, hip huggers, bikini, cheekies, cheekini, shortie, tangas, no line, thongs, V-string, and G-string panties. I have panties in satin, silk, cotton, lace, sheer, and no-show through styles. There's white, ivory, nude, grey, black, pink, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, brown, gold, multi-color, stripe, plaid, print, and floral. I have panties made by Leonisa, Soma, Bracli, Carnival Cruise, Comfort Choice, Gilligan & O'Malley, Jockey, Xhilaration, Olga, Natori, Hanky Panky, Vanity Fair, Booty Pop, Bali, and TruFigure." Even though he knew exactly how many pairs of panties he had, 341, he didn't want her to know that he was perverted enough to have counted them and foolhardy enough to have spent all of that money on them. He didn't want her to know that he knew exactly how many pair of panties he had in his collection. It's one thing to collect something, stamps or coins, but it's quite another thing to have a sexual fetish for the items that are collected. Presently, he had them all arranged in drawers in a cedar chest he has in the back of his closet. He'd have to dump them all in a box to carry them over. Yet, something that he'd look forward to doing later, he wouldn't mind rearranging his panty collection again while revisiting with some of the panties he bought years ago. "Wow, that's amazing. Well, bring them over and we'll go through them. What size are they?" Interestingly enough, not all that familiar with women's sizes, he bought his panties but just holding them up to his eyes while imagining a woman wearing them. Now a panty professional, he didn't even have to look at the size to know the size. Routinely, he bought the same size panty. "Mostly size 5 and 6," he said. As if he had bought his panties with her derriere in mind, she smiled. "That's my size," she said. "Maybe I can model some for you." It sexually excited him to imagine her walking around her bedroom while wearing his panties. "I'd like that," he said. * * * * * Tiffany got out of bed and went in the shower while Walter went next door to shower and change. He thought it odd that she didn't invite him to shower with her but he was relieved that she didn't. Now knowing her sexual drive, she'd probably want him to give her sex in the shower. With his bad back, bad knee, and bad hip, he didn't think he could lift her and hold her against the wet tile wall in the way he used to do with Linda twenty years ago. Being that he now experienced having sex with a woman while dressed like a woman, he removed his wig, dress, and makeup. After he showered, he changed into his man's clothes, jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers. Then, digging in the cedar chest in the back of his closet, he retrieved his panty collection and neatly folded them while placing them in a box. Taking him longer than he thought it would, with Linda staying overnight at her sister's house and with Bill working and giving him the thumbs up to spend time with and have sex with Tiffany, he had the time to intimately spend with his panties. Intimately familiar with every pair of panties, he lugged his box of panties over to Tiffany's house. He arrived in time to watch her do her hair and makeup. Something he always imagined her doing, he watched her parade around her house while wearing only her panties and bra. Content just to watch her, as if he was watching her from afar through her bedroom window with his binoculars, she was so beautiful to look at while doing mundane things. Only, with him unable to see her bedroom from his windows, her bedroom faced the other side. With her not having blinds or shades on her kitchen windows and leaving her café curtains open, his unobstructed view was of her kitchen. If only he had an unobstructed view of her bedroom in the way he had an unobstructed view of her kitchen, he would have loved to watch her dress and undress. He would have loved to have watched her having sex with Bill. "Is that it? Your box of panties," she said looking at him through her bathroom mirror. She turned to look at the box before looking back at him. She turned to look at him without giving him a judgmental look. She turned to look at him without making him feel bad that he had a fetish for women's panties. She gave him a kind and loving look that he'd never expect to receive from anyone else knowing that his fetish is collecting women's panties. "This is most of them," he said. With him always being so secretive when having anything to do with his panty collection, he never thought he'd be proud of his panty collection when out in the open and not behind his closed door bedroom. Because in the way that Tiffany made him feel normal by being accepting of him cross dressing and collecting women's panties, he rested his hand and arm on his box of panties as if he was the proud owner and indeed he was. "That's a big box of just panties," she said with a little laugh. If she thinks that's a lot of panties, wait until she sees his women's shoe collection. "If ever there's a panty shortage, we're all set," he said returning her laugh. Thinking that he'd feel uncomfortably guilty and perversely perverted exposing so much of himself to the woman he so loved, he didn't. He only wished that Linda was as understanding about his need to cross dress and about his panty and shoe fetishes. Knowing she'd never be as understanding and as accepting of him as Tiffany is, he's always hid everything from her. Too judgmental of him, no doubt, she'd want to take him to see a psychiatrist. "It's amazing the secrets we keep Walter," she said. "After moving out of my neighborhood to live with Bill when we were married, not many of the residents here know that I used to be a stripper. Surely, all that they noticed of me and knew of me was what they saw of me, that I was a black woman married to a white man. If only they knew that I was a stripper too, I wonder what they'd say," she said with a laugh. "They'd probably think that I was a prostitute." Walter gave her an understanding look. "It's enough for them to accept you as a black woman living in an all-white neighborhood, with Bill being a police officer is probably the reason why they accepted you living him. Yet, knowing the type of people who live here, if they knew you had worked as a stripper, they'd probably have nothing to do with you. In addition to you being black and living in racist America, you're only redeeming quality is that you're beautiful and shapely," said Walter with a sad laugh. She gave him a curious look. "Thanks, I think," said Tiffany with a sad smile. Never mind her being a stripper too, he looked at her with renewed insight of the struggles she faced as a black woman living in a white neighbor and living in racist America. "Stripping, strippers, cross dressers, panty and shoe fetishes, extramarital affairs, as well as a man who cuckolds his wife are all not acceptable, appropriate behavior in this neighborhood," he said with a laugh. "Yet here we both are doing all of those things behind closed bedroom doors. If only our neighbors knew," he said with a laugh. She nodded her head in agreement. "No doubt with stripper and whore synonymous in most people's minds, most of the strippers I knew weren't slutty at all but were students, mothers, and housewives who were desperate enough for money to willingly strip off their clothes. With you a cross dressing collector of panties and women's shoes and with me an exhibitionist who cleans her kitchen naked while knowing her neighbor is watching her, we make for quite the modern age couple," she said with a dirty laugh. He stared at her standing there in her panty and bra as if he was spying on her from his office window instead of sitting on her bed in her bedroom. "That was hot fun to watch you clean your kitchen naked but so much more fun to have sex with you," he said. He walked up behind her to hug her while rubbing his semi-erect cock through his jeans and up against her panties. He reached up to feel her big tits through her bra and spun her around to kiss her. She was so very beautiful and he couldn't believe he was there in her bedroom after having had sex with her. He loved looking into her big, beautiful, brown eyes before kissing her. Letting her go for her to finish dressing, she slipped on a tight pair of jeans and a loose, comfortable top. Not bothering putting on shoes, she sat on the bed beside him. With her sitting beside him, knowing that he no doubt had more panties than she did, he wondered about her panty collection. He wondered about her shoe collection. After showing her his panty collection, he couldn't wait to see her stripper clothes. "Here's something you probably thought you'd ever hear me say," she said with a laugh. "Let's have a look at your panties Walter," she said laughing. Walter opened his box of panties. "Unlike other panty collectors, these aren't the used panties of other women after I had sex with them. These aren't trophies. Until having sex with you, I've only had sex with Linda. I bought these panties because these are just panties that I liked the color, the feel, and/or the style of them. There's more than three hundred panties in the box," he said not wanting her to know that he knew exactly how many panties there were in the box. "They're all new, most still have the tags on them." Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 16 She dug her hand through the box to pull out a pair here and a pair there that seemingly interested her. "Do you have a favorite pair?" One after another, she pulled panties out of his box to look at them. "I do. I have several favorite pairs of panties. I love blue panties. All my blue panties are my favorite. There's a cream one, this one," he said pulling it out of the box. "This pair of panty is my absolute favorite. It has little blue flowers on it. I just love this color. The main color is a cross between vanilla ice cream and heavy cream," he said. She dug her hand deeper in the box before pulling out three panties that excited her. "I like these," she said pulling out a red pair, a black pair, and a black and red pair. You have good taste in panties," she said. "Wow! These are really nice. I love the material. May I try these on to model them for you?" Before he could even answer her she was shimmying out of her jeans and removing her panties. "Sure, as long as I can sniff them after you remove them," he said with a nervous laugh. He watched her undress. He watched her remove her jeans before removing her panties. As if he was dreaming and having a sexy fantasy of his next door neighbor, his best friend's wife, he couldn't believe that Tiffany was standing beside him in her bedroom bottomless. He stared at her shapely ass while staring at her shaved pussy. Looking at her without her clothes made him want to have sex with her again. Only, he couldn't. He was already too tired. Only, he may never have another chance like this again. What if Linda doesn't want to have sex with Bill? Here he is having sex with Tiffany and per the agreement he's already made in advance with Bill, he hasn't even asked his wife if she'd have sex with Bill. Yet, of course she'd have sex with Bill. Bill is better looking than all of his other friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom. If she readily had sex with them, she'd have sex with Bill too. The only thing that may stop her from having sex with him, something that could be awkwardly uncomfortable should they no longer be friends one that, is that he lives next door. "Of course you can sniff them after I wear them. I can't think of anyone else who I'd love to sniff my panties than you, Walter," she said with a dirty laugh. When Tiffany removed her white panties to try on the red pair of panties, she tossed her panties in Walter's face for him to sniff them. Wiggling her shapely, black ass in the red pair of panties, she walked around the room modeling them for Walter. With him going through his box of panties with Tiffany showing as much interest in his panties as he did, Walter was in panty Heaven. Then, she removed the red pair of panties and tossed those in his face to try on and model the sexy black pair of panties. Walter sniffed his red pair of panties while watching Tiffany walk around her bedroom wearing his black panties. Then, she removed the black panties and tossed him those to try on the black and red pair of panties. "This fits nice, really well. I like all three of them. A perfect fit, they feel so comfortable and so luxurious. Were they expensive? They feel expensive," she said. "I never had panties like these before," she said examining them as if she was the one with the panty fetish. "You have a good eye Tiffany. You picked out my three most expensive panties. Each one was $39," he said. "Thirty-nine dollars for a pair of panties. Wow," she said. "I don't think I've ever spend more than five or six dollars for a pair of panties." "Take them. They're yours. They're my gift to you," he said. "I'll buy others to replace them. It will give me an excuse to shop for more panties." "Thank you Walter," she said collecting the red, black, and red and black panties. "Maybe we can shop for panties together. Maybe you can come with me in the dressing room while I try on panty after panty after panty," she said with a dirty laugh. "A panty dream come true, I'd love to go shopping for panties with you, Tiffany." "Now before I show you my shoe collection, how about you show me your stripper clothes," he said with a big grin. To be continued... Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 17 Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter shows Tiffany his extensive women's shoe collection. "I'm sorry I mentioned my stripper clothes," she said with sadness. "Maybe some other time. I'll bring out all of my bras and panties for you to see them, touch them, and sniff them another time," she said with a laugh. "Okay?" No doubt she was kidding about him sniffing her panties but he was serious about sniffing the panties she wore while stripping off her clothes as a professional stripper. He could just imagine all of the fancy panties and barely there G-strings she had as part of her costumes and stripper clothes. He'd love nothing more than to see her panties and bras, touch her panties and bras, feel her panties and bras, and sniff her panties while feeling her bras. He could only imagine her bras. He could only imagine her panties. With her looking phenomenal while wearing just her panty and bra, he'd love for her to give him a fashion show of her stripper clothes. He'd love for her to give him a private striptease show with her stripping off her panty and bra and putting on a new bra and panty to strip those off too. "That's okay. Don't worry about it," he said waving a hand of understanding and shrugging his shoulders as if seeing her stripper clothes while watching her putting them on and stripping them off wasn't such a big deal when surely it was. How many men have an ex-stripper as a neighbor and a friend? How many men have had sex with an ex-stripper? How many men would love to watch their wives and/or girlfriends strip in front of a group of horny and appreciative men? In the way he watched his wife, Linda, having sex with his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom, how many men would love to watch their wives having sex with other men? He hoped that Linda would agree to have sex with Bill, which no doubt she would agree to having sex with him, especially after he had sex with Bill's beautiful, black wife, Tiffany. "I don't want to ruin the good mood that I'm in right now by pulling things out of my closet and out of my past that are filled with bad memories and that will make me sad," she said. "Do you know what I mean?" "I do," he said. "I feel the same way about my cross dressing clothes. A bittersweet feeling with me torn between the sexual excitement of dressing like a woman, only to feel shame and remorse while riddled with guilt after I do. Having and trying to keep sexual secrets in Puritanical, Bible thumbing, moral America, is sometimes a difficult cross to bear," he said. "With me being an ex-stripper, I know exactly what you mean. I'd never want my neighbors to know that I stripped off my clothes for money. No doubt, thinking me a whore and/or a prostitute who'd steal their husbands, they'd have nothing to do with me," said Tiffany. "I wish I could come out of the closet to tell everyone that not only that I'm a cross dresser but also that I'm a collector of women's panties and shoes. Wishing that I could sing and dance, sometimes I wish I had the talent of a female impersonator. Then, I could dress as a woman and appear in public every night while being paid for my shows," he confessed. He looked at her knowing that she understood him as much as he understood her. "Now that I have a normal life, as normal as any black woman can have being married to a white man, with a cop for a husband and a cross dresser as a lover," she said laughing, "I'm happy. Still feeling shame, regret, and sorrow, I'm not proud that I had to strip off my clothes to survive. Yet, I'm lucky nothing bad ever happened to me." "You got that right. With all of the weirdoes and whackos you came in contact with while stripping yourself naked, you're lucky someone wasn't waiting for you to emerge from doing your show. You're lucky that no one followed you home," said Walter. "I met Bill at the strip club. Long before we were married with Bill moonlighting at the bar as security, just as I'm lucky I had Bill there to protect me, I'm glad we both no longer work there." She looked at him for understanding. "Do you understand?" She touched his hand and he gave her hand a squeeze. "I do. I understand Tiffany," he said. "Don't worry about it. Another time, whenever you're in the mood, I'd like to know you better by learning about your past. I'd like for you to give me a fashion show of all of your stripper clothes. I'd love for you to give me a striptease. You can use the pole in the cellar," he said with a dirty laugh. She gave him a big smile. If he thought that Tiffany was pretty before, she was so much prettier when she smiled. The most beautiful black woman he's ever seen, she was even prettier than Beyoncé. "Thank you for being so understanding Walter," she said leaning into him and kissing him. "Besides, rather than showing you my stripper clothes, after having seen your panty collection, I'd much rather see your shoe collection," she said. "I love shoes." Another one of his fetishes he's never shared with anyone, with not his wife and with none of his friends, especially with not his wife and friends, he was thrilled that Tiffany wanted to see his collection of shoes as much as he wanted to show her his collection of shoes. "It would be much easier for you to come to my house," he said. "I have boxes of shoes in the attic. Linda never goes up there because she's afraid of spiders." "Spiders? Yuck. I am too," she said making a face and shaking herself as if she was a wet dog. "I don't like spiders." He laughed at her fear of spiders. Filing that away, maybe he could scare her sometime with a phony spider. He saw one that's remote controlled. Only, knowing her, she'd probably hit it with one of his shoes and break the toy as well as the heel on his shoe. "Don't worry. I had the attic fumigated. I have a man who comes once a year to rid us of any pest and rodents. Trust me, there's no spiders in my attic but as long as Linda thinks there are, my secret shoe collection is safe from her knowing that I have a shoe fetish with dozens and dozens of shoes hidden in boxes in the attic," he said. As if having a sudden epiphany, Tiffany gave him a surprised look. "We need to do that with our attic too. Wasted space, if I knew there were no spiders and mice up there, I used the attic for storage more," she said. Walter imagined her storing her stripper clothes in her attic after she had it fumigated. Maybe she could give him a striptease show in her attic. Maybe she could use the long strip of attic as her fashion runway in modeling him her stripper clothes. "Having the attic insulated and sheet rocked helps too," he said. He looked around the attic with pride at all the work he's done. "It looks nice," she said. "With Bill working when he's not sleeping, he doesn't have the time for home repairs. Maybe we can hire you to do the work," she said with a dirty laugh. "I'll pay you with sex." Walter imagined Tiffany sucking his cock while he was installing insulation and sheet rock. "With my panty fetish hidden in my closet, Linda never pokes around in my closet because that's where I keep my hunting clothes. I swear she thinks she's going to find a dead animal in there. My panty fetish his safe from her in there," he said. "Terribly difficult to hide that from her with all the women's clothes that I have hidden, I suspect she knows about my cross dressing but I don't think she knows about my panty and shoe collections." Walter collected his panties, boxed them, and went next door to his house with Tiffany in tow. * * * * * "I've never been here without Linda," said Tiffany. "It seems strange to be in her house when she's not home," she said making eye contact with him. "This may sound strange but I feel the same way now as I do when going in someone's house after their funeral and paying my respects to the family after they died. It gives me the creeps to be in her house without her here," she said. Something else they had in common, sensitivity, compassion, and a unique understanding of people's emotions. Walter looked at her with as much compassion and understanding as she was looking at him. He attributed his sensitivity to cross dressing. Just as it's difficult for him not to feel the confidence and the inner strength of women when dressed as a woman, it's difficult for him not to feel the sometimes pitiful and helpless plight of women when dressed as one. "I was thinking the same thing when I went in your house. I've never been in your house when Bill wasn't home," he said. "It seemed strange not having either of them around when it's always been the four of us talking, drinking, laughing, or barbequing out back." She shook her head with sadness before looking up at him smiling. "Well, now it's the just two of us," said Tiffany giving him a long, wet kiss. "I never thought in a million years that I'd be having sex with you, my next door neighbor, and Bill's best friend." Surrendering her his tongue, Walter returned her passionate kiss with his passionate kiss while feeling her sweet ass. "How about something to drink or eat. I have coffee, tea, water, soda, or beer. Scratch beer. Never will I drink beer again," he said with a laugh. "I can make you a sandwich. We have cold cuts or peanut butter and jelly." She gave him a look as if to say all that she wanted to drink was his cum. She gave him a look as if to say that all she wanted him to eat was her. "Don't be foolish Walter. You can have a beer if you'd like. You just can't be stinking of beer when expecting to have sex with me," she said. "So how about those shoes? I love looking at shoes." He was excited about showing her his shoes. With Linda always home, he never spends as much time with his panties and shoes as he'd like. If he lived alone, he'd have a private dressing room filled with panties and shoes. If he lived alone, he'd no longer have to hide his fetish. If he lived alone, he could walk around his house dressed as a woman all day, every day. Only, just once, he'd love to go out dressed as a woman and he almost did, until Tiffany saw him. Yet, him having sex with Tiffany was way better than going out dressed as a woman. He was glad that she caught him wearing his wig, his dress, and his makeup. Just as he couldn't believe her ex-lover was cross dresser, he couldn't believe that Bill was lusting over Linda in the way he's been lusting over Tiffany. "Let's move our little party to the attic," he said going upstairs to pull down the trap door and the stairs in the hall that led to the attic. He led the way to put on a light while Tiffany followed behind him. "Wow! This is so neat and orderly. My attic has junk everywhere. My attic smells of mold and mildew. Your attic doesn't. I should do to my attic what you did to your attic. I should have my attic fumigated too," she said. Looking just as proud as if he was about to show her his old United States Marine Corps uniform that he wore in the service along with the medals he's won, he walked her to the center of the huge room. "Here they are," said Walter walking up to six, large boxes in the middle of the floor. "I have other boxes with other shoes, but these are the shoes I bought since I've been married to Linda. I lined them with some cedar chips to keep them from getting funky." As if she was the only guest invited to a private yard sale, Tiffany's eyes widened when she opened the first box. "Wow," said Tiffany not waiting for him to open the others and opening up box after box. "You have so many shoes. I've never seen as many shoes other than those in a shoe store. You have nearly as many shoes as Imelda Marcos," she said with a laugh. She looked from the shoes to look at him before returning her focus stare back to the shoes. "Imelda who?" Perhaps the premier women's shoe collector in the world would escape most men but with him having a shoe fetish, she looked surprised that he didn't know who Imelda Marcos was. Long before her time, with her born in 1981 and Marcos reign of terror from 1965 to 1986, even she knew who Imelda Marcos was. "She was the late wife of the late dictator, the President of the Philippines, Ferdinand Marcos. She had more than 3,000 pairs of shoes that she stored in the Royal Palace in Manila," said Tiffany. He looked at her shocked that a woman, even a wealthy woman would have so many shoes. How could she wear them all? Where did she keep them all? He couldn't even begin to imagine how big her shoe closet was. "Wow! I guess shoes were her fetish too," he said. "I don't have that many shoes but I'm sure that I have a couple hundred pair." With all the shoes stored in their original boxes, Tiffany looked from box to box to box. "How should I do this? Should I take some out of each box? I don't want to dump them all out of your boxes," said Tiffany. "To be honest, I'd rather do other things, if you know what I mean, than just look at shoes," she said with a dirty laugh. Damn, Bill was right. They just had sex and now she's looking for sex again. "I know what you mean," said Walter returning her look but not taking her up on her offer of sex. Seemingly she was always ready for sex. If he had known she was as sexual and as horny, he would have made a pass at her a long time ago. Only, she was the wife of his best friend. He couldn't do that to Bill. Now that he had his permission to have sex with his wife, he was okay with having a sexual relationship with her. Only, careful what he wished for, with him so much older than her and her so much younger than him, seemingly she was more woman than he was man. "Do you understand what I mean? I don't think you do," she said fingering his cock through his pants. He watched her fondling his emerging erection through his pants before looking up at her with sexual arousal. "Trust me, I do Tiffany. Only you've exhausted me," he said. He was starting to understand why Bill was eager to unload his wife on someone else. Seemingly insatiable, she was quite the handful sexually. If only he had met her fifteen years ago when she was 18-years-old and he was 33-years-old, he'd be having sex with her non-stop, around the clock and in every room of her house and his house. If only he had met her ten years ago when she was 23-years-old and he was 38-years-old, he'd have more sexual energy than he does now. If only he had met her even five years ago when she was 28-years-old and he was 43-years-old, he'd be more of the sexual match for her. Only at 48-years-old and with her 33-years-old, he was already old and tired and she was just getting into her prime. "Well, if I can't persuade you to have sex, let's see some shoes," she said laughing. Walter opened another one of his boxes of shoes. "This box has my most recent shoe purchases. You may want to go through these first. Feel free to take any and as many pairs of shoes that you like. It would be cool to see them on your feet," he said. Something he wouldn't even offer to his wife, he offered his shoes to Tiffany. She dug through the open box of shoes. "I feel like a little girl at Christmastime," she said. Walter looked at his shoes with pride before looking up at Tiffany with love. He opened up another box marked, shoes by style. He removed box after box after box of shoes that were all stored in a much larger box. "I have ankle strap, ballet flats, booties, boots, canvas shoes, clogs, combat boots, cowgirl boots, espadrilles, flats, shoes with fringe, Roman gladiator shoes, jellies, kitten heel shoes, and lace up shoes," he said pulling shoe after shoe from his boxes. "I have Mary Janes, moccasins, motorcycle boots, Oxfords, peep toe shoes, platform shoes, pumps, sandals, sling backs, slippers, slip-ons, sneakers, stacked heels, stilettoes, and tons of high heels in every style and color," he said pulling out different style shoes that weren't the same. Tiffany sat on the carpeted attic floor while looking at him in total amazement. "You pretty much have every style of shoe," said Tiffany. "Even women don't have this many shoes," she laughed. "No woman that I know has every style of shoe. Instead we all have our favorites." He looked at her with curiosity while she stared at his shoes with interest. "What's your favorite shoe?" Not even having to think about it, she answered him. "High heel," she counting with her thumb. "Sneakers," she said counting with her index finger. "And sandals," she counting with her middle finger. "Whether in the summer, fall, winter, or spring, those three style of shoes are all that I wear. I do have winter boots for when there's snow," she said with a laugh. "And I wear my Ugg slippers in the house." Undeterred that she wasn't as much of a shoe collector as he was, he continued in showing her all that he had by opening up a box marked shoes by designer. "I have shoes by Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik, Prada, Giuseppe Zanotti, Gucci, Chanel, Burberry, Steve Madden, Michael Kors, and Saint Laurent Paris," he said removing shoe after shoe. "I have shoes by Stuart Weitzman, Versace, Fendi, Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton, Tory Burch, Dolce & Gabbana, Bruno Magli, Cesare Paciotti," he said stopping to look at his shoes with her. "I have shoes by Kate Spade, Lulu Guinness, DKNY, Kenneth Cole Elie Tahari, and picVpic shoes. Whenever I see a new style, I buy it. If I had all the money that I spent on panties and shoes over the years, I'd probably have enough money to buy a new car," he laughed. Going through shoe after shoe after shoe, Tiffany finally found a pair of shoes that she liked. "Oh, I like this pair," said Tiffany removing a pair of black Jimmy Choo shoes from the box that had a bright, red bottom and that were never used. She removed her shoe before trying on the shoe. "Wait," he said looking at her with alarm. She looked at him as if he had seen a spider and was about to warn her. "What?" She looked at him with confusion. "Would you rather I not try on your shoes?" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Your free to try on any shoe that I have only you just can't try on these shoes," he said taking the shoes from her hand to hold up to his chest in the way that I kid reclaimed his toy from another child. "Why not? What's so special about those shoes?" He acted as if these shoes were special. "Never been worn, these shoes are brand new. These are Jimmy Choo shoes. These shoes are Oprah's favorite shoes. And to know me is to know that I love Oprah," he said with an unembarrassed laugh. "Matter of fact the only black woman that I love more than Oprah, not counting you, of course, is Beyoncé." He looked at her as if he was looking at Beyoncé. Only, even without her wearing much makeup, she was better looking and had a much better body than Beyoncé. "Okay," she said looking at him as if he was nuts. He looked around the attic for something. "I need to make sure that your foot is clean before you try on these shoes and any shoes that I have, he said. He leaned to another unopened box, opened it, and pulled out a hand towel. "I just took a shower. You know that my feet are clean," she said looking offended. He looked at her as if he was sexually aroused and, indeed, he was. "Nonetheless," he said the air of a finicky artist about to paint one of his models. "I need to make sure." He got down on his hands and knees and started licking her feet, first one foot and then the other foot. Sticking his tongue in between her toes, he sucked her toes, all ten of her toes while looking up at her with her toes still in his mouth. "You keep that up and you'll be licking and sucking more than my toes," she said with a sexy laugh while rubbing her pussy through her skintight jeans with one hand while fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra with her other hand. "You keep that up and you're going to make me cum. I don't know why you didn't lick my pussy to make sure my pussy was clean when I was trying on your panties," she said with attitude and laughing while putting a hand to her hip. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 17 He continued licking and sucking her toes as if he was licking her pussy and sucking her nipples. "Has anyone licked and sucked your toes before?" He looked up at her while continuing to lick and suck her toes. "No, you're the first. Perhaps had I ventured in the VIP room, there may have been someone there who'd want to lick and suck my toes but I never got that far. Had I ventured in the VIP room, no doubt, they'd rather that I lick their balls and suck their cocks than have them lick and suck my toes," she said watching him enjoying her feet. "I was never into foot licking and toe sucking until now. If you combine this with a foot massage than I'll follow you anywhere," she said with another dirty laugh. "I'm shocked," he said. "I just danced, stripped off my clothes, and went home," she said with a shrug. "It was just a job to me. It was just a way to earn a living. I had lots of men who wanted to pay me for sex but I wanted none of that," she said waving her hands as if she was flagging down a car "With you having such beautifully, exquisite feet, I'm surprised no one ever asked to lick your feet and suck your toes. With the perfectly symmetrical toes that you have, you could have been a foot model. With the perfect hands and fingers you have, you could have been a hand model," he said taking her hands in his. "With the incredible body you have, you could have been a swimsuit or a lingerie model," he said. As if surprised that there was such a thing as a hand and/or foot model, she looked at him with interest. "I've heard of a swimsuit and lingerie model, of course, but I ain't never heard of no hand and/or foot model," she said looking at him as if he was pulling her leg. "Is there really such a thing or are you just jiving me?" For someone who worked in the sex trade, he smiled at her obvious innocence. "Of course there hand models and foot models. Hand and foot models are used in commercials. They make as much as any other print model. Just because they're shooting their hands and/or feet instead of their faces doesn't mean that there's not the demand for hand and foot models in commercials," he said. "Wow, I never thought about that Walter. I could have had a career as a hand and foot model," she said looking at her feet before looking at her hands. "In the way you look, you could have had a career as a movie star," he said. Tiffany accepted the Jimmy Choo shoes, a pair of Nike sneakers, and a pair of Prada sandals. "In exchange for the shoes Walter, what if I styled your wig and showed you how to put on your face," she said. "Do you think we could go to the mall together? Not one around here but one where no one knows us?" "Sure, I'd like that," she said. "I used to always go to the mall with my cross dressing ex-lover." "Let's go downstairs to my bedroom and you can show me how to do my hair and makeup," he said. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 18 Please give me the support of your vote. * Instead of suffering through looking more like a man dressed as a woman, Tiffany helps Walter look more like Wendy by doing his hair and applying his makeup. In exchange for giving Tiffany the three pair of shoes, the black pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, the Nike sneakers, and the Prada sandals, Tiffany offered to style Walter's wig. A kind offer for her to make, she also offered to show him how to better apply his makeup. Had she not had a friend who was a cross dresser, she never would have understood what Walter went through as a cross dresser. Had she not had a prior lover who was a cross dresser, perhaps she wouldn't have volunteered her help in making him look pretty. Before leaving the attic together, Walter grabbed a pair of blue high heels that he'd like to wear when dressing as a woman for Tiffany. Tiffany climbed down the attic stairs first for Walter to turn off the light and close the trapdoor in the ceiling behind her. Walter showed Tiffany to his bedroom filled with mostly Linda's things and decorating touches. It looked more like a woman's bedroom than it did a man's bedroom but with Walter being a cross dresser, he was okay with frilly, pink things. He reached in the back of his closet to retrieve his makeup case before making himself comfortable sitting on his bed while watching Tiffany style his wig with his hair brush and comb. "This is a nice brush Walter. Is it real?" "Yes. It's boar's hair bristle," he said. "I can see the humor in that. A pig brushing her hair with a pig's hairbrush," she said with a laugh. "Now you know what to buy me for Christmas." "You're hardly a pig Tiffany," he said. "You're a good woman. You're nobody's whore." "Thank you Walter," said Tiffany laughing. "But I was talking about you watching me clean my kitchen while masturbating yourself." "Very funny. If I'm a pig than you're a little slutty," he said laughing. "Fuck you. I'm only slutty for the right man, you and Bill. Besides women have more fun being a little slutty," she said returning his laugh. "What's that?" She stared at the blue velvet case that he placed on his bureau. "It's my makeup case," he said looking from his makeup case to her. "Don't you have a makeup case?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrows and a frozen smile. "That's some makeup case. If Liberace had a makeup case, it would look like that. I have all of my makeup in a shoe box," she said with a laugh. "That's something you can buy me for my birthday." "I'll keep that in mind," he said with a loud yawn. "I could take a nap right now. You exhausted me," he said stretching out on his bed. She gave him a sexy eye. "We could do it on your bed," said Tiffany with a sexy smile. "I'd love to fuck you where you fuck Linda." Walter made a sour face. He didn't want to think of Linda when he was in his bedroom with Tiffany. With more danger of that when having sex with her in his bedroom and in his bed, he didn't want to think of Linda and make obvious comparisons when he was in bed with Tiffany. "We can't do that," said Walter sitting up in bed. "I'd have to wash and change the sheets," he said making an excuse. "Linda wouldn't like that I had sex with you on our bed." Giving him a look that would melt ice, she put a hand to her hip and flashed him the attitude of a diva from Detroit. "How is me having sex with you in your bedroom and on your bed any different from Linda having sex in your bedroom and on your bed with Jim, Henry, and Tom in your bed? How is me having sex with you in your bedroom and on your bed any different than you having sex in my house, in my bedroom, and on my bed?" "You have a point there," said Walter suddenly afraid she was going to hit him with his own brush. "Is it because I'm black?" Walter laughed. "You're black? Seriously? Are you kidding me? I can't believe you're black. I didn't notice," he said laughing. "Don't be ridiculous. Linda loves your black ass as much as I love your black ass, only not in the same way," he said standing to reach his hand around her to grab a whole handful of her beautiful, black ass. "Then what's the problem?" Wondering if he was exchanging a white bitch for a black bitch, Tiffany looked at him in the way that Linda sometimes looks at him. Only where Linda couldn't beat the crap out of him, Tiffany, no doubt, could. "First of all, I'm exhausted. Secondly, I haven't even talked to Linda yet to tell her that we're having an affair and to ask her if she'd have sex with Bill," he said. Tiffany turned to look at him with an icy stare that she reserved for customers who expected more from her than her just stripping off her clothes. "Say what? You haven't told Linda that we're having sex? You better not be fucking with me. You better not be using me Walter." "I'm not fucking with you and I'm not using you. I just haven't had the chance to tell her with her staying overnight at her sister's house and with her mother there too," said Walter looking at her for understanding. "Other than Linda, you're the first women I've had sex with in more than twenty years." "I see," she said. "So, you haven't told Linda what Bill is in love with her white, skinny ass?" "No, not yet," said Walter. "Call her," said Tiffany pointing to the phone with the end of the hairbrush. "Call her now," said Tiffany picking up the telephone from the nightstand and handing it to him. "If you don't call her, I'll call her. I'll tell her that not only are you a cross dresser but also that you have a panty and shoe collection." * * * * * In the way she stared at him he could tell that she meant it. "Okay, okay, I'm calling her. Only, this is something I'd much rather do in person than over the phone," said Walter. "Now Walter. Call her now," said Tiffany. "I'm calling." Walter dialed the number. "It's ringing," he said. "I don't think they're home. They're probably still out shopping," he said. "Hello?" "Hi Walter? How are you?" "Hi Linda. I'm fine," said Walter rolling his eyes and making a face. "How was shopping?" Tiffany pushed his shoulder for him to get to the point. "We've been shopping all day. I'm having my second glass of wine," said Linda before obviously picking up on Walter's pause. "Is there something wrong?" "Um, well, Linda, actually..." "What is it Walter? Tell me. Whatever it is, you can tell me," she said like the good wife that she is most times. Walter inhaled a big breath to blurt it all out without hesitation. "I'm having an affair with Tiffany, Bill's wife," said Walter. "I know who Tiffany is, Walter. She's my best friend," she said with a giggle. "You? Having an affair...with Tiffany? You barely keep me interested in sex. If it wasn't for your three friends licking me and fucking me, I'd have no sex at all." "Ha, ha, very funny," he said. "Yes, it's true. I'm having sex with Tiffany." "Seriously? No way? You are? You are not. I don't believe you," she said. "I am," he said. "Tell me and be honest, this isn't something that you're fantasizing about doing while masturbating yourself when watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy, little nightgown," she said laughing. "Is it?" Kathy looked at her sister with shocked interest. "He masturbates himself while peeping on your next door neighbor?" "Who's there with you?" "Kathy and my mother," said Linda. "You remember my sister Kathy, don't you? The woman you had sex with last night after you had sex with my mother, Mary," said Linda with a laugh. "You remember my mother Mary, don't you? The older woman with the big tits." "Walter doesn't remember me?" Mary looked from her daughter Linda to her daughter Kathy before returning her look of interest to Linda. "Does he have a head injury? Is he getting Alzheimer's? Linda made a sour face at her mother for her to be quiet. "Geez, Linda, I know who your mother and sister are. You're not making this easy for me to tell you all that I need to tell you," said Walter. If it wasn't for Tiffany persuading him, he never would have called Linda. He'd much rather tell her all that he had to say in person. He'd much rather spread things out than confessing all of his sexy secrets all at once. "Is he in trouble? Was he arrested?" Linda's mother, Mary, looked from Linda to Kathy. "Do we need to bail him out?" Mary was starting to panic while Linda rolled her eyes and sighed. "No mother. Everything is fine," said Linda to her mother before returning her attention back to her husband. "You're not calling me because you were arrested again for drunk driving, are you?" "No," he said. "It's nothing like that. I, um, just needed to talk to you. I, um, just needed to tell you about Tiffany." "Was he in an accident?" Mary pulled on her daughter's sleeve for her to answer her. "Mom, may I talk to my husband in private? And no he wasn't in an accident," said Linda. "Stop beating around the bush and just tell her Walter," said Tiffany. "Who's there with you?" "Tiffany," said Walter. "Tiffany? Hi Tiffany," said Linda. "Linda said hi," said Walter to Tiffany. "Hi Linda," said Tiffany louder for her to hear. "Well," said Linda with an obvious attitude to her voice, "what do you know about that? "Well do I know about what?" "You and Tiffany a thing. I never she would be having sex with you when she has someone like Bill in her bed." "Yeah, well the sex is always hotter when in someone else's bed," he said. "Other than you having an affair with Tiffany after you had sex with my sister and mother and after I had sex with your friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom, what else could you possibly have to tell me?" Linda laughed. "Walter's having an affair with our next door neighbor, Tiffany, a beautiful ex-stripper," said Linda to her mother and sister. "I know who Tiffany is. She's wicked pretty and wicked sexy. I'd be willing to be a black woman if I had her beautiful face and shapely body," said Kathy. "But she's so young. Why would someone who looks like her want to have sex with someone who looks like him?" As if just being insulted, Linda made a face at her sister in defense of her husband. "The same reason why you agreed to have sex with my husband," said Linda to her sister while shooting her another look. "Who's Tiffany?" Mary looked from Kathy to Linda. "Bill's wife," said Linda. "Bill? Bill the cop? Your next door neighbor?" "Yes, Walter is having sex with his wife," said Kathy. "But she's black," said Mary. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "In my day we didn't mix the races," she said stiffening her posture while shaking her head as if she needed that extra bit of negativity to convince her daughter that it was wrong for a white man to have sex with a black woman. "In my day—" "Shh mother please. I can't hear Walter," said Linda. Linda gave her mother a dirty look while Kathy sighed and rolled her eyes over her mother's racist comments. "Times have changed Mom. If I knew an attractive black man who had a big cock and who wanted to have sex with me, I'd be having sex with him right now," said Kathy with a dirty laugh. "Me too," said Linda slapping her sister a high five. "Actually that's convenient having sex with your next door neighbor," said Kathy loud enough for Walter to hear. "Way to go Walter. You're the man. First you have hot sex with your MILF of a mother, then you have hot sex with me, your sexy sister-in-law, and now you're having even hotter sex with your next door, ex-stripper neighbor," laughed Kathy. "What's a MILF?" Mary looked from Kathy to Linda. "MILF means a mother he'd like to fuck," said Kathy. "Oh, my," said Mary. "Walter wants to fuck his mother? That's so wrong. That's just so nasty." "No, Mom. You're the MILF that he wanted to fuck and did fuck," said Kathy with a laugh. "Oh," said Mary with a smile. "I'm a MILF. I like that. Only, if you don't mind, I prefer using the word making love than calling what we did fucking." "Does Bill know that you're fucking his wife, Walter? He's much bigger than you and he does carry a gun and have handcuffs," said Linda. "Yes, he's given us his blessings to have sex with one another," said Walter. "Handcuffs?" Kathy looked at her sister with enough sexual excitement to bulge out her eyes and raise her eyebrows. "Do you think Bill would handcuff me to my bed, strip me naked, and have his wicked sexual way with me?" "Shh," said Linda to her sister. "What else aren't you telling me?" Walter let out a loud, long sigh. "There's so much to tell? How do I begin? Where do I begin?" Tiffany shoved his shoulder. "Tell her about Bill," coaxed Tiffany. "Okay, okay, yeah," he said to Tiffany." "What?" Linda waited for Walter to answer her and when he didn't, she pressured him to tell her. "Start from the good part," she said with a laugh. "Tell me more about Bill allowing you to have sex with his wife." Other than to come right out and say it, Walter didn't know how to say it. Different than his friends having sex with his wife, Bill, according to Tiffany, was in love with his wife. It's one thing for him to be fooling around with Tiffany while thinking that he may be in love with her but it's quite another thing to know that Bill is really in love with Linda. Getting all that he wished for, with him with Linda for more than 20 years, he wouldn't know what to do if he lost his wife to another man. "Bill is in love with you," said Walter. "Maybe love is too strong a word but Bill wants to have sex with you. He's in lust with you. In the way I've been lusting over Tiffany, Bill's been lusting over you." "This is way better than a soap opera," said Kathy leaning her ear to listen to the earpiece on the phone. "I like soap operas," said Mary. "I watch them every day. All My Children, One Life to Live, General Hospital, As the World Turns, The Bold and the Beautiful, Guiding Light, The Young and the Restless, and Days of Our Lives." "Mom, some of those soaps aren't even on the air anymore," said Kathy. "Reruns," said Mary. "Something I didn't have in my day, thank God for cable TV." "Shh. What? Sorry Walter. I have my sister and my mother talking about soap operas and distracting me. It sounded like you said that Bill is in love with me and wants to have sex with me," said Linda with a nervous laugh while fluffing her brown hair with her hand. "Is that what you said? If that's what you said, I can't believe you said that." "Yes, you heard me correctly. Bill is in love with you and wants to have sex with you," said Walter again. "He's been in love with you since he first moved in next door to us. He's been watching you from afar while masturbating himself in the way that I've been watching Tiffany while masturbating myself," said Walter. "Seriously?" Linda seemingly melted while swooning at the obvious thought of her having a sexual affair with Bill. "He's been watching me while he masturbates over me? Wow! Other than Jim, Henry, and Tom, I don't think I've had any man masturbate over me." "Jim, Henry, and Tom?" Mary looked from Linda to Kathy. "Who are they?" "Who's been watching you while he masturbates?" "Quiet Kathy, I can't hear my husband," said Linda. "Just curious but has he seen me naked?" "I don't know if he's seen you naked Linda but he's been watching you doing your gardening. Tiffany told me that he told her that he's seen your panties in up skirts and your bra and cleavage in down blouses," said Walter. Seemingly getting sexually aroused, Linda pushed her chestnut brown hair back with her hand while running a slow hand down the side of her face, down her neck, and along her breast. "I'm just curious. Has he seen me topless? Whenever I sit out back, I remove my top," said Linda to Walter while nodding her head to her sister. "Even though Bill could see me from his bedroom window, with him working the graveyard shift, I figured he'd be sleeping while I was out back sunning myself. I wonder if he's seen my tits." "Linda wants to know if Bill has seen her topless," he said to Tiffany. "Several times," said Tiffany shrugging while cupping her big D cup breasts and before making her hands smaller to mock Linda's much smaller breasts. "Yes, he's seen your tits," said Walter. "Anyway, Bill wants to have sex with you." Without any hesitation, Linda answered her husband. "Being that you've already had sex with Bill's wife, sure, I'd love to have sex with Bill," said Linda. "Wait, there's more," said Walter. "More?" Linda laughed. "Is there someone else who wants to have sex with me too?" Walter put a hand to his head as if he had a headache. "No, the only men I know who want to have sex with you are Jim, Henry, Tom, and now Bill," said Walter. "Then, what is it Walter? You can tell me. I'm your wife," said Linda. Walter looked at Tiffany for courage. "I'm a cross dresser. I enjoy dressing as a woman," said Walter. "I know that," said Linda with a little laugh. "I mean, I suspected you that were." "What?" Kathy nudged her sister's shoulder. "What? Did I hear him right? What did he just say? Did he just say that he's a cross dresser?" "Yes, Walter just confessed that he's a cross dresser," said Linda to her sister. "Kinky," said Kathy. "What?" Mary looked totally confused. "What's a cross dresser?" Mary looked from Linda to Kathy. "Walter enjoys dressing as a woman," said Kathy to her mother. "Oh, my," said Mary. "Now that I recall, I thought he was staring at my clothes funny. After I stripped myself naked and deposited my clothes in a neat pile beside the bed, instead of staring at my naked body, he continued staring at my discarded clothes as if he wanted to wear them." "Is that it? You sleeping with Tiffany, Bill wanting to sleep with me, and you being a cross dresser?" Linda paused. "Are you gay? Tell me you're not gay Walter." "No, of course I'm not gay," said Walter. "Do you think a gay man would have given your mother and sister orgasms?" "Is Walter gay?" Kathy stared at her sister while waiting for her to answer. "No, Walter's not gay," said Linda. "I'd never call Walter gay, not in the way his cock was so hard when he stuck that thing in my mouth before plunging it in my pussy," said Mary. "Unless you mean that he's gay the other way, as in happy. He's never been a happy man. He's always been a sad, disgruntled man, the type that would kill co-workers at the Post Office," said Mary nodding her head. "Mom, really. Please stop talking. I can't hear Walter. We'll discuss this later after I get off the phone," said Linda. "You don't have to be rude Linda," said Mary. Linda sighed her impatience with her mother. "Yeah, well, I know you. There's something else you're not telling me," said Linda. "What is it? You may as well tell me everything." There was a long pause on the phone that seemed like minutes but was only seconds before Walter answered her. "I have a panty and shoe fetish," said Walter blurting it out. "Well, that's something I didn't know about," said Linda. "Where do you hide your collections?" "The panties are in the chest in the back of my closet behind my hunting clothes and the shoes are in boxes in the attic," said Walter. "What?" Kathy nudged her sister's shoulder again. "What's he saying?" "Walter has a panty and shoe fetish," said Linda to her sister. "Ask him what size he collects. I can use some new panties and shoes," laughed Kathy. "Kathy wants to know what size shoes and panties you collect. She needs new shoes and panties," said Linda with a laugh. "I'm not giving your sister my panties or my shoes," said Walter. "Am I hearing this right? Not only does Walter enjoy dressing like a woman but also he collects panties and shoes too? Well, as if I'm some sort of trophy, he's not going to get my panties or my shoes," said Mary with a haughty attitude. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 18 "He doesn't want your panties or your shoes Mom," said Kathy laughing. "I'm sure he has enough of his own." "What are you doing now?" Linda waited for her husband to respond. "Are you having sex in our bedroom? Tell me you're not having sex in our bedroom, not that it matters when I had sex with Jim, Henry, and Tom and will probably be having sex with Bill in our bedroom too." "No, we didn't have sex in our bedroom. We had sex at Tiffany's house," Walter. "It wouldn't matter if you did," said Linda. "What are you doing now?" "Tiffany is styling my wig and is going to help me better apply my makeup," he said. "She said that she can make me look more like a woman than a man." "What about Bill? Not that I'm in a hurry to have sex with him but when am I having sex with him? The poor, dear, sweet man must be ready to explode while watching me sunning my topless body as he masturbated himself over seeing my nakedly, exposed tits," said Linda with a dirty laugh and as if she was a Southern Belle. "Linda wants to know when Bill wants to have sex with her," said Walter to Tiffany. "He has this Saturday off," she said. "Tell her Saturday. I have a place that I can take you that you'll really enjoy while they're having sex," said Tiffany giving him a sexy smile. "This Saturday," said Walter. "I heard her," said Linda. "Okay, so you're with Tiffany and I'm with Bill. This is so exciting. We should have done something like this years ago." "I've always asked you to participate in the swinging lifestyle Linda and you always said no to that idea," said Walter. "It sounds like this is your very own version of Bob, Ted, Carol, and Alice," said Mary. Kathy looked at her mother as if she was crazy? "Who?" "It's an old movie where two couples, husbands and wives, best friends, swap partners and have sex," said Mary. "Natalie Wood played one of the stars before being murdered by her husband Robert Wagner and his gay lover, Christopher Walken." "I'd like to be in that movie," said Kathy with a dirty laugh. "Only, you don't know if any of that is true mother. I heard they were all just drunk out of their minds and she fell overboard and drown." "Please be quiet. I can't hear Walter," said Linda. "So," said Walter. "Are we all set? Is it all agreed, you're to get together with Bill this Saturday and I'm going out with Tiffany to give you the privacy you need?" "Yes, we're all set," said Linda. "I've always liked Bill. To be honest, I'd much rather have sex with Bill than I would with Jim, Henry, and Tom. He probably has a much bigger cock." "Linda wants to know if Bill has a big cock," said Walter turning to Tiffany. "Walter, don't ask her that. That's embarrassing but does he?" She laughed. "He does have a big prick Linda," said Tiffany laughing. "Tiffany is going to do my face now," he said. "And I'm going to finish my wine while digesting all of this," said Linda. "I'll see you tomorrow Honey." "Bye Linda. Bye Kathy. Bye Mary," said Walter loud enough for them to all hear when Linda held out the phone. "Bye," said Kathy. "Bye," said Mary. "Bye Tiffany," said Linda. "Bye Linda," said Tiffany. "Bye Honey," said Walter to his wife. "Bye Walter," said Linda hanging up the phone. * * * * * "Here's your wig, Walter," said Tiffany handing him the finished hairdo. "What do you think?" "I like it. It's much better than I can do," he said. "I just have to touch it up, brush it, and restyle it after I fit it to your head," she said. "Come sit here at the vanity table and I'll do your makeup first. Later, after you get dressed, we'll put on your wig to see how you look. Then, while you're dressed as a woman, perhaps you can make love to me here in your bedroom and on your bed." "Sure, we can have sex," said Walter now understanding more why Ed was so eager to push Tiffany onto him. She's sexually insatiable. "I have a camera that I'd like you to take a picture of me after I'm dressed," he said. "Okay," said Tiffany. "I can do that. Now come sit here at the vanity table so that I can do your face." "I've always wanted to do this," he said. "Do what?" "Have my face done by someone who knows how to apply makeup," he said. "Well, with me doing three shows a night, five nights a week, I've become quite expert at putting on and removing makeup," she said. He rested his elbows on Linda's vanity table, a place where he watched her put on her face, take off her face, and brush her hair thousands of times. With his hands supporting his chin, he stared at the empty canvas of his aging face. An impossible task, he didn't think that Tiffany could make him look like a woman enough to fool anyone. Torn between the two with him sometimes wishing he was born a woman, he was happy he was born a man. "What do I do first?" He looked at her as if he was a student and she was his teacher. Tiffany looked through his makeup case and pulled out a jar of moisturizer. "Spread some of this on your face. It will keep your skin from getting too dry," she said. Putting it on in the way he applies shaving cream, he put on too much and had to remove some with a tissue. He rubbed in the moisturizer until it disappeared in his skin. "Now what?" "Next is foundation," she said. "Have you ever used foundation?" "I have some but I never used it," he said. "I'd probably put too much on and, unable to blend them, I'd look a frightful mess." Holding up different shades of foundation to his face, it took Tiffany a minute to select the right shade. She dabbed the liquid foundation on several spots around his face and blended them together for a matte finish. "You needn't use too much foundation. Too much foundation will make you look shiny as if your skin is porcelain," she said with a laugh. "Just watch what I do so that you can do this on your own later. I'll help you get dressed again Saturday for our date." "My first time out as a man dressed as a woman, I'm nervous," said Walter. "Trust me. Where I'm taking you, you'll be fine. Where I'm taking you, you'll be accepted," she said. "Where are you taking me?" "I can't tell you that. It's a surprise," she said with a big smile. God she was so beautiful and even so much more beautiful when she smiled like that. Suddenly, he was in the mood to have sex with her. Suddenly, he was in the mood to fall between her legs and lick her pussy until she screamed his name. She topped off the foundation with a big, fluffy makeup brush to gently apply and blend the foundation's fine powder to smooth out his complexion even more. "Okay," he said while staring at himself in the mirror. "I guess I'll just have to wait for Saturday." Making his face appear thinner instead of wider, she heightened his cheekbones by using blush powder. Then, using a clean brush, she gently blended the blush so that even he couldn't tell where the blush began and where it ended. "Brushing and blending takes some practice and a light hand. You don't want your face to look like it's caked with makeup. You want a more natural look," she said taking a step back to look at her makeup artistry. She did his eyes next with dark, gray-blue eye shadow that would make his brown eyes pop. Plucking his eyebrows as she went along, she applied a fairly thick line of smoke-gray eye liner above and under his eyelashes for an added dramatic effect. Using a sponge pad, she softened the line a little by gently smudging it. Already way better than he's ever made up his face, he couldn't believe the transformation. Next she applied some mascara. With her not putting the mascara on too thick, his eyes were stunningly sexy. "Wow! I can't believe it. I almost look pretty," he said. Next she applied lip liner that was a tiny bit darker than the peach colored lipstick that he had chosen to wear. She carefully lined his lips just inside of the outline of his lips and then applied his lipstick. With the lip liner and lipstick needing a tad of blending, she used a sponge-pad applicator to correct her mistakes. She blended the lipstick and lip liner to make the line between the lip liner and the lipstick nearly invisible while still doing its job of highlighting his lips. "This blending of the lip liner should make your lips appear more luscious and pouty," said Tiffany. "Viola! And we're done. That didn't take very long." "Oh my God, Tiffany. You made me look amazing. I can't wait to put on my panties, my bra, my dress, my wig, and my high heel shoes for you to take a picture of me all put together," he said giving her a hug. "When we go out Saturday night, while Linda is having sex with Bill, I'm taking you someplace special," said Tiffany. "Where?" "It's a surprise. All I can tell you is that you're not going to believe where we'll be going and the people we'll be meeting," said Tiffany with a big smile. "Now you have me crazy insane curious. I can't wait for Saturday night," said Walter. "Only, now before I get dressed, I have a surprise for you," he said unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. He helped her off with her skintight pants to expose her white, bikini panties. Gently he pushed her back on her bed, fell between her legs, and licked and fingered her through her panties before slowly sliding them off. "Oh my God, Walter, you're going to make me cum with you eating me through my panties," she said. "Don't cum yet," he said devouring her pussy in the way that he's never devoured Linda's pussy. Licking her while fingering her, he mashed his face in her cunt. "You're going to ruin your makeup," she said running her fingers through his hair while pulling his head forward as if she was fucking her pussy with his face. "Don't worry about my makeup. I can put it on again. I just want to make you cum," he said attacking her pussy with his tongue and fingers. "Oh Walter, whatever it is you're doing, don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh, my God, I don't believe this. This is incredible. Never in my life has anyone eaten my pussy like this before," she said. "Lord Almighty! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" "You turned me on styling my wig. You turned me on fixing my face. You turned me on making me look pretty. Now it's my turn to turn you on by licking your pussy," he said licking and licking her while fingering her. As if she had died and returned from the dead, Tiffany's body stiffened like the body of a corpse before she screamed his name. "Wendy! Wendy! Wendy! Don't stop Wendy. Don't stop. Lick me. Eat me. Finger me, just don't stop. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I've never cummed so much in my life. Oh, my God, that was amazing," she said collapsing and staying like that while basking in the afterglow of sex. "Get up here, you beautiful man and kiss me. You gave me what no one has ever given me," she said. "What's that? What did I give you?" "Just like in that story, How to Lick a Pussy for Top Tier Sex, by SusanJillParker, You gave me level five, top tier sex," she said. "Wait until I tell a two certain someone's about you, they'll be impressed," she said kissing and kissing him. "They be all over you." She moved between his legs. Now, it's my turn to give you level five, top tier sex," she said taking his cock in her hand before sliding it in her mouth. To be continued... Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 19 Please give me the support of your vote. * Tiffany takes Walter to a very exclusively private, secret celebrity, swinging hideout where only the rich and famous play all night and have sex with other celebrities. Saturday night and with Bill, Tiffany's husband, getting to know Linda, Walter's wife much better sexually, Walter and Tiffany were out for an evening on the town. Not knowing where she was taking him, but promising him a good time, she wouldn't tell him where they were going and what they were doing. Their destination was a secret, sexual surprise. Tiffany parked her car in a private lot and retrieved a ticket from the machine to claim her car later. "Let me pay for the parking," said Walter reaching for the ticket. "The parking is free, as long as I have my parking ticket validated with the bartender," said Tiffany. "If you're not too star stuck to remember, remind me to have my parking ticket validated when leaving," she said with a smile while looking over at him. She was so beautiful when she smiled. Star struck? He figured that she meant in the way he continuingly stared at her while pinching himself that he wasn't dreaming. He figured that she was referring to the way he looked at her with stars in his eyes. With him going from masturbating himself while watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgowns to having sex with her, he can't believe lucky he is to be with her. With him being a top tier man, at least a level five pussy licker, if only he knew it was the other way around. If anyone considered themselves lucky, Tiffany was the one who considered herself lucky. They parked the car, got out, and took the elevator down to the street level. Once outside, not knowing where he was, Walter didn't recognize anything familiar. Not paying attention to the road signs, he was paying more attention to Tiffany's short skirt riding up her shapely thighs as she drove. Wondering if she was wearing panties, he was thinking more about eating her again. He loved licking her pussy as much as he loved her sucking his cock. "Where are we?" "You needn't know where we are," she said teasing him. "Where is this place?" Tiffany nodded her head in the direction of the club. "Just across the street," said Tiffany. Walter fussed with his wig, straightened his dress, and checked feeling them with his hands to see if he was still wearing both clip-on earrings. He opened his purse and pulled out his compact for one last check of his lipstick. "I'm so nervous," said Walter. "How do I look? Do I look stupid? Tell me the truth and be honest, do I look as ridiculous as I feel I do?" She looked over at him and checked him up and down before complimenting him. "You look very pretty," said Tiffany giving him a satisfied smile. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine." Feeling better about himself dressed as a woman after Tiffany's assurances, he smiled his confidence at her. "Thank you," he said. "So where are we going?" She looked at him closed lipped while smiling her secret. "I told you. It's a surprise," she said. "If I tell you where we're going now, it won't be much of a surprise." His first time out in public dressed as a woman, all that he could think of is other people's perceptions of him. "Do you think people will believe that I'm a woman?" She looked at him and laughed. "No," she said. "Even though I did what I could with your wig and makeup, you look too much like a man." Able to fool himself into thinking that he looked pretty enough to leave his house dressed as a woman, Tiffany telling him that he looked more like a man than he did a woman was a baseball bat of a reality check to the back of his head. Now he felt foolish. Now he felt insane that he could fool anyone other than himself into thinking that he looked anything like a woman. "Oh," he said suddenly hurt. At the very least, he was hoping his womanly appearance was more befitting of Aerosmith's lyrics, Dude Looks Like a Lady. "Walter, Honey, it's not so much the way you look but the way you act," she said backtracking her negative comment. The first time she called him honey, he liked having her calling him that endearment. He never heard her call her husband Honey. She always called Bill Babe or Baby. Perhaps in the way that Babe and Baby was reserved for Bill, Honey was reserved for him. "Oh," he said still tingling from her calling him Honey. He imagined calling her Sweetheart and Darling, maybe even Baby Doll, when the time was right. "You walk like a man and you talk like a man. With that girdle you're wearing that raises and sculpts your ass, and your sexy legs, you look more like a woman from behind," she said patting his ass and laughing. As if he was a 4-year-old about to have a temper tantrum, he stopped walking. "Then, I don't want to go if I'm only going to embarrass myself in front of a lot of people. I don't want people laughing at me. They'll be lots of people there right? I'm vulnerable right now. This is my first time in public dressed as a woman." Tiffany smiled her encouragement. "Yes, they'll be lots of people there but, trust me, you won't embarrass yourself. Having already arranged in advance with the host for you to have a good time, I promise you that you won't feel uncomfortable once you're inside," she said taking his arm. "With them all having the air of celebrity, these are your regular, everyday people who just happen to be rich and famous. These people embrace everyone who's rich and famous and even though you're not rich, after tonight, you'll be famous," said Tiffany. Walter wondered why he'd be famous after tonight. Celebrities? He was going to meet celebrities? Maybe she was taking him to a fund raiser. Maybe the fund raiser was for retired cross dressers. Maybe they were expecting him to make a charitable contribution. He wish he had taken more cash with him. He wondered who these rich and famous people were. He wondered where Tiffany met rich and famous people. Maybe she met rich and famous people when she worked as a stripper stripping off her clothes. Without compare, she is the most beautiful stripper he's ever met. Actually, she's the only stripper he's ever met but he's seen plenty. He only wished he could have had the pleasure of watching her stripping off her clothes on stage in front of a roomful of horny, drunken men. He only wished he could have watched her making love to a pole while dancing naked. Only, he'd be jealous watching her remove her clothes in front of other men. He didn't know how Bill could watch his girlfriend before she was his wife, strip off her clothes. Then, while thinking of Bill, with her being so beautiful and so shapely, he wondered why she married Bill, a police officer, instead of marrying someone rich and famous. Bill was just a regular guy but a good man. Maybe she tired of living the fast life of mansions, private jets, expensive jewels, and fast cars. The same old story, maybe she married Bill because she fell in love with him. He was her security at the nightclub. In the way so very many people want fortune and fame, maybe she doesn't care about being rich and famous but doesn't mind dipping her toe in the rich and famous pool every once in a while. "Suddenly, I feel as if you're Glinda, the good witch, taking me to see the Wizard in Oz," he said with a laugh. "I should have worn my sparkling ruby shoes," he said. "You have ruby shoes like in the Wizard of Oz?" "I do. I even have glass slippers like Cinderella," he said with a laugh. "I should have known that a cross dresser with a shoe fetish would have ruby shoes and glass slippers. Tell me, do you have Marilyn Monroe's panties that she wore when her white dress blew up in the air?" "I do," he said. "Now when a woman's dress blows up in the air, there's a good chance that she's not wearing any panties," said Tiffany. Walter imagined walking down the yellow brick road with Tiffany to a fantasy place that's not open to the general public. A hidden, sexual sanctuary for the rich and famous celebrities, he imagined being interviewed by Ashleigh Banfield of CNN when emerging from the private off-limits club. "Walter! Walter! Or do you prefer being called Wendy? Please a moment of your time," he imagined Ashleigh saying. "No comment," he imagined himself pulling away from a crowd of reporters. "Can you tell us who was in the club with you? Can you tell us what they were all doing? Can you tell us if you saw any celebrities having sex? Can you tell us if you had sex with anyone rich and/or famous?" Walter imagined covering his face so that no one would recognize him on CNN. If the people in his small town knew that he was a cross dresser and knew that he was at a private sex club dressed as a woman, he was done. He was finished. He'd be lucky to still have a job. He'd have to sell his house and move somewhere no one knew who he was. With him always wanting fortune, he never wanted fame. In the way that his neighbors were so closed minded, even though Tiffany lived there for six years, she still wasn't accepted. The only reason why they tolerated her living in their precious all white neighborhood was because she was married to Bill, a big, bad cop sworn to protect and serve all of their prejudiced, white, fat asses. Moreover, if the men ever knew that Tiffany was an ex-stripper, they'd no doubt wish they had seen her strip while wondering if Bill had pictures of his shapely wife in all manners of undress. If the women knew that Tiffany was an ex-stripper, few of her them would even say so much as "Hi", to her ever again. "Where we're going there are no judgments, no shame, and no embarrassment. I'm taking you to a very special place. A secret place where everyone is there for the same thing, to have a good time. We're all there to have a good time," said Tiffany squeezing his arm and giving him a kiss. Not used to walking on 3" high heels, Walter was wobbly legged on his blue, leather shoes. His shoes coordinated with his blue handbag, matched his blue dress, and accented his blue, chunky gumball sized, fashion jewelry that consisted of a blue necklace, blue earrings, and a giant blue ring. But for his dark brown, shoulder length wig, instead of wearing a grey haired wig put up in a bun, with his big, padded bra leading the way, he looked more like Mrs. Doubtfire that he did a pretty woman. Tiffany held him steady while they crossed the street. Continuing forward, they walked down an empty alleyway filled with a half dozen closed circuit TV cameras that monitored the alley in both directions. The only giveaways that this was someplace special were the surveillance cameras angled everywhere. With no one outside waiting to get it, this was a very private club. Either the people in attendance were already inside or, wanting to make a fashionable appearance, they were late. As if she had been there before, and she had many times before she was married, she knocked three slow times on a flat black, metal door, "Knock...knock...knock." * * * * * In the way they did with a speakeasy during prohibition, a man behind the door opened a sliding, narrow, metal opening in the door. "Yes?" Tiffany held up a laminated pass card given to her by a certain, special someone. Acknowledging her pass with a nod of his head, the man behind the door looked from her to give Walter his look of suspicion. "Who's he?" Not even taking a second to think he was a woman, even in a dark alley, Walter was disappointed that he was immediately recognized as a man masquerading as a woman. Suddenly, wishing he could remove the wig, the makeup, the dress, and the high heels, and just go home, he felt ridiculous dressed as a women. Already embarrassed and ashamed, he felt humiliated. "He's with me," she said. He closed the sliding window. For a second, when he didn't hear anything else, Walter didn't think they'd be invited inside. Maybe this particular, private club has a dress code and a policy against cross dressers, no shoes, no shirt, no cross dressers, and no service. Then the door unlocked and opened. With three tall, burly, black men positioned at the door all wearing black suits, black ties, and white shirts they looked like characters out of the movie, Men in Black. They could have made welcomed additions to the Blues brothers played by John Belushi as Joliet Jake Blues and Dan Aykroyd as Elwood Blues. One man patted down Tiffany and another man patted down Walter, as the third man checked their purses before allowing them to continue inside the club. As if backstage at a concert, they walked down a long, narrow passageway and up half a flight of stairs. The closer they walked the more they could hear music and see the illumination from a laser light show. As soon as they entered the big room, Walter scanned the crowd of people dancing to the music. "Holy shit," said Walter pulling on Tiffany's arm. "Do you see what I'm seeing? I don't believe what I'm seeing." She looked at him with a knowing smile before looking to where he was looking. "What? What are you seeing Walter?" He looked at her wide eyed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said as excited as if he had just seen Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus. "Try me," she said. "I just saw Brad Pitt dancing with Angelina Jolie," said Walter as if he was a kid in a toy store. Tiffany laughed at his star struck naiveté. "Oh yeah? I haven't seen them in years. Where?" "There," said Walter pointing. "Don't point," she said pushing down his arm. "That's so very rude." As soon as Tiffany spotted Brad and Angelina, she smiled and waved. Brad returned her wave and nudged his wife. Angelina looked her way, recognized her, and returned Tiffany's wave before blowing her a kiss. Walter stared at Tiffany as if she was a celebrity too. "You know them? You actually know them? I can't believe you know Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. Wow! How do you know them? I loved her in Maleficent and I loved the both of them in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He was great in Moneyball," he said already star struck. "I know lots of celebrities. I used to be a stripper. Remember? Many celebrities asked me to do private parties," she said. "Without naming names, when I was younger, before I was married, I had sex with a few celebrities and that's given me an open invitation to some of their private parties." "Wow," he said again. "It's no big deal," she shrugged. "No different than us, they're just people like you and me." Walter continued looking around the crowded room to see if he recognized anyone else. Wanting to rub elbows and mingle with the celebrities, what better way to do that than dancing? "Do you want to dance? C'mon, let's dance," he said tugging at her arm while already moving to the music. She shook her head no. He thought that was weird. What woman doesn't want to dance? Suddenly, he felt guilty about not taking Linda dancing. Instead of taking her dancing, he justified giving her hot sex with his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom. Hot sex instead of dancing, with her getting her groove on with three men and having multiple orgasms, Linda didn't seem to mind staying home to have sex instead of leaving the house to go dancing. "No we're going to a private party upstairs," she said walking to an elevator and showing her pass again. The man looked at her before looking at her pass and before giving Walter the evil eye filled with suspicion. "Who's he?" No doubt with the men armed, one of the men shadowing the elevator looked at Walter with suspicion. "He's with me," said Tiffany. They patted them both down again and checked their purses before allowing them upstairs. The elevator doors opened to a private room. The music downstairs could be heard upstairs but it wasn't as intrusively loud as it was downstairs that people couldn't have a private conversation. * * * * * A half dozen tables filled with people, mostly celebrities, lined the back wall. Seemingly everyone wanted to look out while remaining somewhat hidden in anonymity. "Look there's Ice dancing with Coco and Kanye West dancing with Kim Kardashian. Damn. And there's Nicki Minaj," said Walter looking from Coco, to Kim Kardashian, and to Nicki Minaj. With all of them hugely spectacular, I can't tell who has the bigger ass, Coco, Kim Kardashian, or Nicki Minaj." "I see them," said Tiffany as if it was no big deal. "Black men do love big butts," she said with a sexy laugh while shaking her backside. He watched Angelina get off the elevator with her husband, Brad. "Oh my God! Is that Taylor Swift? That looks like Taylor Swift dancing with J Lo," he said squeezing her arm. "No Way! I don't believe it. That is Taylor Swift dancing with J Lo. Wow, she's so tall and J Lo is so pretty. She has a great ass too, if you don't mind me saying that about another woman," said Walter to Tiffany. Tiffany rolled her eyes and smiled a plastic smile at him. "I don't mind. God Walter, you act as if you've never seen a celebrity before," said Tiff with a laugh. He continued looking around the room to see who else he could recognize. "Look, there's Venus and Serena Williams," he said tugging on her arm. Tiffany ignored him to stare straight ahead. Immediately recognizing her, a man stood from one of the tables to meet Tiffany halfway across the big room. He was the reason why they were there after all. "Come, I want you to meet someone," she said taking him by his arm. Walter continued turning around to stare at Coco, Kim Kardashian, Nicki Minaj, Taylor Swift, and J Lo. "Tiffany! This is such a surprise. It's been such a long time since we partied together, six years ago, just before I married Bey. It's so nice to see you again. You look the same only sexier and more beautiful," he said giving her a big hug and a kiss. "Did you have any trouble getting in the club with that pass I gave you?" He looked at her as if he wanted to have sex with her and she looked at him as if she wanted to kiss him. "It still works. I had no problem being admitted. Everyone recognized the card you gave me. Thank you. Jay, this is my friend Walter, also known as Wendy. Wendy this is Jay Z," said Tiffany. Wishing he wasn't so foolishly dressed as a woman, Walter's mouth fell open. "I know who you are and it's an absolute honor to meet you sir," said Walter pumping his hand. "I listen to your songs all the time." Jay Z gave Tiffany a look as if asking her not only why she was with him but also why he was even here. "Give me a minute of your time, Jay. I need to talk to you," said Tiffany pulling Jay Z aside. "Excuse us Wendy." Tiffany walked away from Walter to talk to Jay Z. "Did you get my e-mail?" "I did," he said playing it coy. "Did you read the attachment, that story by SusanJillParker, How to Get Level Five, Top Tier Sex?" "I did," said Jay Z. "I read it to Beyoncé in bed and she said if she ever found such a man, she'd leave me for him," he said with a laugh. "I think she was joking. At least, I hope she was joking." "Yeah, well, I don't mind loaning him out to her but Bey would have to fight me for my man," said Tiff with the attitude of a Detroit diva. "Trust me, he's very special. He's one of a kind." "I don't understand," said Jay Z looking at Walter again, this time sideways. "What do you mean he's very special? Why is he one of a kind? He doesn't look so hot to me." "Don't you be jiving me. You know what I mean. He's the reason why you brought him here to meet Bey," she said giving him a hug. "Thank you for seeing me again after I rejected you." He smiled his indifference. "Water under the bridge, Tiff, water under the bridge. So, what are you saying? Are you saying what I think you're going to say? Because by looking at him and from all that I read in SusanJillParker's story, How to Get Level Five, Top Tier Sex, I can't believe that to be true about him," said Jay Z. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 19 "Well you just have to trust me on this Jay, but Walter, I know from personal sexual experience, is the real deal. He may not look it, but he's a top tier man, the first one I've ever experienced. He's a true level fiver," she said whispering in his ear. "Amazing," said Jay. "I never would have expected that of him by just looking at him." "With me having no one to compare him to, he may even be a level six or higher. The only man on planet Earth any higher on the top tier sexual scale than Walter is Hugh Hefner. For her to experience the pleasure I felt and for her to have the orgasm that I had, all Beyoncé has to do is to close her eyes, spread her legs, pretend she's with LeBron James, and Walter will take care of the rest." Seemingly impressed, Jay Z looked at Walter with raised eyebrows. "Wow. Now that you mention Hugh Hefner, especially at his advanced age, he's nothing to look at either. Even when he was a younger man in his prime, he was never very good looking. I guess looks have little to do with being a top tier, level five man," said Jay Z while studying Walter. "Much different from men, with men very visual, women are more emotional, especially when it comes to sex," said Tiffany. Jay Z continued studying Walter. "With Bey having sex with him would be like her not cheating on me at all. Then, again, if this man is a top tier, level five or higher, allowing Bey to have sex with him may be the worst mistake of my life," he said looking at Tiffany. "If Bey leaves me for him, I can always hookup with you again," he said putting an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and dropping a big hand to her ass. He cupped her sweet ass and squeezed in the way he used to do when making love to her before fucking her. "Just as you did six years ago when rebounding from me, I did six years ago when rebounding from you. And in the way you are too, no longer interested, I'm married now," she said holding up her modest diamond ring. "I see that," said Z. "Just as SusanJillParker wrote in her story, How to Get to Level Five, Top Tier Sex, no one knew there was a sex levels higher than five, until Hugh Hefner came on the scene back in the 50's," said Tiffany. "Not many people know that the Rolling Stones logo of a tongue was fashioned after Hugh Hefner's tongue." "Wow," said Jay Z. "I didn't know that." "There are some women who say that Hugh Hefner can make their pussies tingling wet by him just looking at them," said Tiffany stepping closer to him so that she could whisper all that she needed to say. "There are some women who say that Hef has two tongues. There are some women who say that he has motorized fingers. There are some women who say that they've never had their pussies licked until they had their pussies licked by him. Well, even though I know that Walter has only one tongue and doesn't have motorized fingers, if I didn't know that about him, I'd think that he did have two tongues and motorized fingers." "Wow," said Jay Z. "In that case, Tiffany, Walter or Wendy, whichever he prefers, may be the answer to my prayers. You're a lifesaver Tiff. You really are. I owe you one. Whatever you need, just ask," said Jay Z. "This is my private number," he said handing her his card. "So," she said giving him a knowing look. "Why are you so eager to keep Bey busy? Who is it this time? It was Kim Kardashian the last time. I can't believe you got with that nasty bitch over Bey," said Tiffany. "With her having sex with everyone, I hope you had yourself checked for STD's after fiddling her nasty pussy and big ass. If I was a man, I wouldn't even stick my cock in her hand, never mind in her mouth." "Yeah, well, I'm still paying for that error in judgment with Bey. If he can do all that you say he can do with his tongue and fingers, Walter just may be my ticket out of the doghouse," he said. "In the milquetoast way that he looks, I wouldn't be jealous sharing him with Bey as I would sharing him with another brother." Tiffany looked from Taylor Swift to J Lo. Knowing Jay Z's already been with J Lo before, who hasn't, she cast her eyes to Taylor. "Tell me you're not looking to get with Taylor Swift? Similar to humping an empty dress, she looks like she'd be a nothing in bed," said Tiff looking over at Taylor still dancing with J Lo. "Nah, Rihanna is the sexy bitch I want. I saw her twerking online and dirty dancing. Then, I saw photos of her naked photo shoot online. She's hot. With her hoping she's begging for some of this," he said grabbing himself through his pants, "I'm already begging for some of that." "Is she here?" Tiffany looked around the big, crowded room. "She's somewhere in the house and I've been trying to get with her for months," said Jay Z. "If this guy is as good as you say he is, and with Bey never having been with a top tier man, he'll keep Bey busy long enough for me to get with Rihanna." "Really? I always thought you were a top tier man," said Tiffany giving him a wink, a peck on the lips, and a feel of his cock through his pants. Returning her kiss with a feel of her breast, he smiled his still alive and well sexual attraction to her. "Thank you for saying that but you know better than that. On my best day, at best when coked up, I'm a level four," he said. "I had level four sex with Serena Williams when I had sex with Venus and Serena together, Lord Almighty that was a ride in paradise. Anyway, other than Serena, with no one even coming close, you and Bey are the most sexually insatiable women I've ever had. I'm hoping Rihanna can match the sexual passion of you three." "I'm glad I didn't accept your proposal for marriage when you gave me that ring," said Tiff. "With us the perfect sexual pair, you're pretty insatiable yourself. Only, you'd leave me in the way you're cheating on Bey to have sex with someone else." "Yeah, well, now that I'm with Bey and we have our beautiful daughter, Blue, that offer of marriage that I proposed to you is off the table but as I told you before, the diamond ring and the car are yours to keep," he said. "And from time to time, I'll still continue to put a little somethin', somethin' in your account for expenses. I don't want my baby going without should we ever hookup again," he said smiling. Now Walter knew how Tiffany could afford a Cadillac Escalade when she's not even working. Now Walter knew why Tiffany no longer had to work. "Thank you Jay," she said giving him a hug. Jay Z looked at Walter before looking back at Tiffany. "Walter, sorry, I mean, Wendy, I'd like you to meet someone who'd absolutely love to meet you," he said. Jay Z turned and waved his hand to get the attention of a beautiful woman. She didn't have to walk any closer than a few steps for Walter to recognize who she was. To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 20 Please give me the support of your vote. * A surprise celebrity steals Walter from between Beyoncé's shapely thighs. The realistic version and the erotic vision of Walter's sexual fantasy come true, Jay Z waved over his wife. Walter couldn't believe his eyes. She was even more stunningly beautiful and sexier in person than she was on TV. Beyoncé emerged from across the crowded room as if Walter was having another one of his sexual fantasies. As if watching Tiffany cleaning her kitchen nearly naked while wearing one of her short, low cut, sexy nightgowns, he watched Beyoncé walked closer as if she neared him in slow motion. In the way he masturbated himself while watching Tiffany and before falling asleep to have fantasy sex with her, his sexual fascination was now transferred from Tiffany to Beyoncé. Yet, even though he was star struck by seeing Beyoncé walking towards him, without a doubt, Tiffany was even more beautiful than her. If only Tiffany could sing, she could have been a star too. It was then, when now in a room with more black women than white women, that he realized that he was more sexually attracted to black women than he was sexually attracted to white women. Something he didn't know when being married to a white woman for twenty years, how would he know he was so sexually attracted to black women? When he attended an all-white school, lived in an all-white neighborhood, and worked in a factory that didn't employ any minorities, he never had the opportunity to socialize with black people before he befriended Tiffany. Sexually attracted to her as soon as he saw her, it wasn't until he had sex with her that his sexual preference for black women blossomed, grew, and exploded to the way that it was now. There was something so extraordinarily fine about a tall, shapely, sexy, beautiful, black woman that got his motor running overtime. Now more sexually attracted to black women than he was to white women, he never knew he had a sexual preference for black women until he met Tiffany six years ago. Ever since then, especially when Tiffany started giving him a nightly show of her beautiful, black body while cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgowns, Walter has a sexual thing for black women. Ever since then, especially after they had sex, Walter wants to have sex again with Tiffany and/or with several other black, celebrity women that's he's seen today. Ever since then, when he licked and fingered Tiffany's pussy, Walter craves not only Tiffany's black pussy but several of the black pussies of women who are in attendance at this very party. As if magically overnight, perhaps because he's so sexually attracted to black women, he's turned into an expert pussy licker and worthy of his top tier, sexual five sex status. Unlike him to buck the system and/or to go against the norms, as if he was giving the finger to society for being racists, there was something so exotically forbidden about a white man having sex with a black woman. Other than watching them on TV, even though he didn't know very many black people, he's always liked and enjoyed black people, sometimes even preferring the few black friends that he has to his many white friends. Yet having sex with a black woman was something entirely new. Having sex with a black woman was more than sex but a sexual adventure. There was something so very special about having sex with a black woman. Perhaps reincarnated, he may have been a black man in another life. He never understood the violent racism that goes on even today, after Lincoln freed the slaves more one hundred and fifty years ago. What's wrong with people being so mean to others just because of their skin color? There before God go I, with all of us human, we all have the same feelings and emotions no matter what skin color we are. How dare someone white think that they're better than someone just because they're black? Impossible to surpass the sexual excitement he felt, never did Walter think that he'd be more sexually aroused than he was when he saw Tiffany cleaning her kitchen naked. More than seeing a woman naked, he saw a black woman naked, something he's never seen other than the black, naked women he's seen on TV and in the movies. What a sexy sight that was the first time he saw her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. Only, proving him wrong, he was mistaken that anyone could surpass the sexual excitement he felt when seeing Tiffany naked. Truth be told, as unbelievably as it may sound but he was even more sexually excited watching Beyoncé walking towards him fully clothe than he was when seeing Tiffany naked. Something that he never would have imagined possible, he was even more sexually aroused now when in the presence of Beyoncé than he was when having sex with Tiffany. Never the sexual player with Linda that he's become with Tiffany, as he overheard some of the whispers in the club, he's a top tier man, a sexual level five man. Who knew there was even such a thing as a top tier, sexual level five man? Now, privy to their not so private conversations, possibly, if he was hearing and reading Jay Z correctly in him offering his wife sexually to him, he may have the opportunity of becoming a top tier man, a sexual level five man with Beyoncé too. Only, star struck in just seeing her and overwhelmed with just standing next to her, he couldn't even imagine seeing her naked. He couldn't imagine having sex with her naked body. He couldn't imagine being in bed with Beyoncé while kissing her, feeling her, and making love to her. He couldn't imagine feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and rubbing her clit while fingering and licking her pussy. He couldn't imagine her sucking his cock before fucking her, really pounding her special, celebrity, black pussy. Besides, why was Tiffany willingly and unselfishly sharing him with Beyoncé when she could have him all for herself? As if he was a sideshow attraction and a sexual freak of nature for being a top tier, sexual level five man, maybe he was Tiffany's ticket back in to be welcomed among the rich and famous. Maybe this was her way of thanking him for the sexual pleasure he's given her with his mouth, fingers, and tongue. Maybe with him lacking confidence, especially when dressed as a woman, she wanted to show him that he could be accepted for who he was when not dressed like a man. * * * * * "Bey," said Jay Z. "You know Tiffany." Beyoncé gave Jay Z an icy stare before giving Tiffany a warm smile. If he thought Tiffany was beautiful when she smiled, Beyoncé was beyond beautiful when she smiled. Yet, now seeing the two women standing together, the absolute radiance of Beyoncé's light dimmed when in Tiffany's shadow. If he had the choice of one over the other, even though he was excited about experiencing Beyoncé sexually, he'd chose Tiffany. It was then and there that he knew he was in love with Tiffany. Forget about having sex with Beyoncé or any other woman, black or white, even his wife; Bill could have Linda. All Walter wanted for the rest of his life was Tiffany. Yet, if only by her generous smile, he had a sense that Beyoncé was a nice person, a good woman, and a kind human being with a big heart. Just as he had envied Bill for having a woman like Tiffany in his life, he envied Jay Z for having someone like Beyoncé in his life. No doubt, there were men, definitely Jim, Henry, and Tom, perhaps even Bill, who envied him for having Linda in his life. Seemingly the nipples were always harder, the pussy wetter, and the women more sexually exciting when lusting over someone else's wife and/or girlfriend. He only wished he met Tiffany fifteen years ago when he was 33-years-old and she was 18-years-old. He only wished he was born 15 years later and was the same age as Tiffany. Wishing that he was her sexual match, he got his wish when he was licking her pussy to discover that he was a top tier man, a sexual level five man. "Hi Tiffany," said Beyoncé eying Walter more than she was paying attention to Tiffany. "How are you?" Jay turned his attention to Walter and when he did, Walter felt special. As if there were imaginary sunlight shining over him and Beyoncé with a bright, colorful rainbow overhead too, he didn't know if he should bow or curtsy in front of the anointed queen of rhythm and blues. "Beyoncé, may I present Walter who's also known as Wendy," said Tiffany. Perhaps it was just his imagination and his sexual wishful thinking but Beyoncé gave him more than just a polite smile. If only flattering himself into believing that, he imagined that she just gave him the eye. Beyoncé gave him the eye. Wow! Recognizing the same sexual look on her face, the same sexual look that Tiffany had when she invited him in her bedroom, well before he was licking her pussy, he'd think that Jay Z's wife was sexually aroused by just meeting him. "How do you do?" Encouraged by her lustful leer and aroused by her sexual stare, Walter wasn't as careful as he should have been when choosing his words. "It's my pleasure," said Walter. "I'm such a big fan. Your talent is only exceeded by your rare beauty and exotic sexuality," he said. Tiffany shot Walter a look of jealousy while Beyoncé leaned to her husband to whisper in his ear. Oh, oh. When he saw the look that Tiffany gave him, he wondered if he went too far in complimenting Beyoncé for her exotic sexuality. With him already having hot sex with Tiffany, if any woman had exotic sexuality, especially with her being an ex-stripper, it was Tiffany. Having sex with Tiffany was beyond compare. He couldn't imagine having sex with anyone better than Tiffany. If he was a top tier, sexual level five man then she was a top tier, sexual level five woman too. Nonetheless Tiffany's inherent sexuality, and with him a guest in this exclusive, private, celebrity sex club, unfamiliar territory with him on unsteady ground, Walter needed to watch himself. Not only is Beyoncé the wife of another man, a rich and powerful man, but she's a mother. With him just meeting the woman for the first time, how dare he bring sex so early into the conversation? If he were to meet Michelle Obama, the wife of President of the United States, the most power man in the world, would he dare call her sexy? Yet, if not for sex, why else was he there? He only wanted to soothe the soul of one woman while hoping not to ruffle the feathers of the other woman. * * * * * "Is this the man in SusanJillParker's How To story, How to Get Level Five, Top Tier Sex?" Beyonce looked at her husband with as much sexual arousal as she looked at Walter with confusion. Jay Z looked at his wife and smiled as if he was the cat who just ate the canary. "He sure is. Here he is in the flesh albeit in a dress," said Jay Z with pride and with a little snicker while doing a mini rap at Walter's expense. "He doesn't look like much," said Beyoncé to her husband. Not minding the slight in the least, Walter accepted the insult at face value. Taking it for what it was, he was lucky to be there in their presence in the first place. Yet, even more humiliating than Beyoncé's rudeness, as if she was buying him in a store, she looked at him up and down. As if he was nothing more than a piece of meat hanging in a meat market, suddenly, he felt so exposed. As if she had already undressed him with her eyes in the way that he had already undressed her with his eyes, suddenly, he felt so naked. More than feeling so exposed, he felt so vulnerable. With him not even dressed as a man but as a woman, he felt that she'd certainly reject him as a sexual partner, indeed, if this was what this was all about. This wasn't just any woman, white or black, this was Beyoncé. Beyoncé, of all people, was checking him out to see if he'd be a satisfactory sexual partner. Walter couldn't believe it? Was Beyonce the reason why Tiffany brought him here? Or was Jay Z the reason why she brought him here? Now it was Jay Z's turn to whisper in his wife's ear. "Neither does Hugh Hefner," said Jay Z with a knowing nod. "Other than just his fortune and fame, there's a reason why 88-year-old Hugh Hefner has a 28-year-old, beautiful, sexy wife and has had sex with more than 1,000 women." She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I understand," said Beyoncé. "Let's just hope that it's not quantity over quality." Jay Z gave his wife a knowing look while she gave him a skeptical one. "The late, great Wilt Chamberlin claimed to have had sex with more than 20,000 women. Russell Brand claims to sleep with 80 women a month. Yet, the biggest difference between the three men is that even after having sex with women for seventy years of his 88-year life, for women to return for more, Hef gives women what they want, top tier sex." Seemingly after Tiffany convinced Jay Z that Walter was the chosen one, it was up to Jay Z to convince his wife that Walter was the real, sexual deal. Beyoncé gave Walter the smile that she gave to Tiffany and that she reserved for her best, front row fans. The whole thing hinged on Beyoncé. With her never having sex with any man other than Jay Z, a virgin when she married him, would she even want to have extramarital sex? And if she did want to have extramarital sex, would she want to have extramarital sex with Walter? Would she want to have extramarital sex with a man wearing a dress? "I'm pleased to meet you, Walter," said Beyoncé offering him her hand before melting him with her big, brown, expressive eyes. Jay Z whispered in his wife's ear again. "Take him to the private suite while I visit with Tiffany," said Jay Z giving her permission for her to have sex with Walter with his nod. Giving him a heated stare, Beyoncé looked from him to Tiffany and to Walter before looking back at her husband. Seemingly the issue wasn't about her having sex with Walter. If judging Beyoncé correctly by the heated stare she gave her husband, the issue was Jay Z having sex with Tiffany. With her having sex with Walter no doubt meaningless to her, the sex that Jay Z may have with Tiffany may not be as meaningless. With Tiffany breaking his heart by ending their engagement six years ago, he was once engaged to Tiffany. Already jealous, obviously Beyoncé was familiar with the torrid romantic past that Tiffany had with her husband before they were married. "You're not going to have sex with her, are you?" In the way that Bey accented the word 'her', there was obviously some history of bad feelings between the two women. As if sticking a knife in his gut in the way that Brutus stuck a knife in Julius Caesar's back, Beyoncé smiled her awareness of her husband's roving eye and not so secret sexual escapades. One can only imagine what goes on in their bedroom behind closed doors. "Been there and done that. We're just friends," said Jay Z raising his hands as if he was surrendering to the police while being arrested. "I promise that I won't be having sex with Tiffany," he said raising his right hand as if he was swearing on a Bible in a court of law. Other than asking him if he was going to have sex with Tiffany, if only Beyoncé had the forethought to ask him if he had plans on having sex with anyone else, specifically Rihanna, Jay Z would have had to lie to his wife. "Okay," she said. "Then I trust you not to have sex with her while I'm having sex with Walter." As if Walter was peeping on them during a private moment, he watched Jay Z lean in to give his wife a kiss on the lips. Watching Jay Z kiss Beyoncé made him want to kiss Beyoncé. He couldn't believe that Beyoncé had agreed to have sex with him. "You do your thing with Walter. He's my gift to you for my making a tragic mistake with Kim Kardashian, something that will never happen with anyone ever again," said Jay Z already lying to his wife and breaking his promise while giving her another kiss, a loving kiss this time. Beyoncé stood staring at her husband while obviously giving him one last chance to change his mind of allowing her to have sex with Tiffany's boyfriend. Walter couldn't imagine anyone cheating on Beyoncé, especially with the lowly, skanky likes of Kim Kardashian. At least, in his case, Walter was upping his game by cheating on Tiffany with Beyoncé. Albeit with Tiffany arranging all of this, he wasn't cheating on her at all. He was just going along with her and going with the flow. With Tiffany so extraordinarily beautiful and possessing a much better body than Beyoncé and with much bigger breasts, why he even considered having sex with Beyoncé was beyond him. Perhaps, mesmerized and hypnotized, he was star struck by Beyoncé's celebrity and nothing more than that. Yet, in the way that Jay Z was aware of Beyoncé having sex with Walter and with him giving her his blessings, so wasn't Tiffany aware of Walter having sex with Beyoncé with her giving him her blessings. Still, even though he was about to have consensual sex with Beyoncé, there was an undercurrent of tension that could be cut with a knife. Was it because Walter would be only the second man that Beyoncé would experience sexually? "Are you sure it's okay for Walter or Wendy, whatever his name is, to go down on me?" Talk about an uncomfortably, awkward moment, Walter no longer felt guilty for complimenting Beyoncé's obvious sexuality when she so brazenly blurted out him going down on her. As if Walter wasn't even standing there, Jay Z and Beyoncé rudely talked to one another about him without even allowing him to speak and/or even acknowledging him. Only, not about to show that he felt insulted, hurt even, a memory that he'd have for the rest of his life, the flipside of the coin was that he was about to have hot sex with Beyoncé. If it wasn't enough that he had met Beyoncé and was in the same room with her, he couldn't believe that he was about to have sex with her. In the way that he couldn't believe he was about to have sex with Tiffany when she invited him in her house, he was suddenly feeling the same level of sexual excitement with Beyoncé. Before she even knew he was a cross dresser, with Tiffany sexually attracted to him because she knew he was watching her, she was even more sexually attracted to him when she discovered that he enjoyed wearing women's clothes. Now with Beyoncé knowing that he's a top tier, sexual level five man, he wondered if that was the only reason while she was sexually interested in him. Perhaps, as in the case of Tiffany, whatever floats her boat, Beyoncé was sexually attracted to him because he was a cross dresser too. Quite the phenomenon, if only he knew that women enjoyed having sex with men dressed as women as much as he enjoyed having sex with a woman while dressed as a woman, he would have ventured out his door dressed as a woman years ago. "Yes, I'm sure. He's my gift to you. Have fun," said Jay Z giving his wife a long, wet kiss. With the sexual deal sealed with Jay Z's French kiss, Beyoncé turned to Walter again to give him that million dollar smile. Suddenly by the look of sexual arousal on Beyoncé's face, Walter felt like a male escort. He felt cheap. He felt used and abused. Only his state of mind of feeling cheap, used, and abused didn't last but for a moment when he imagined himself between Beyoncé's shapely thighs. In the way that many male escorts and gigolos are chosen for sex by older and not as attractive women, instead of being taken by an older and an unattractive woman for sex, he was chosen by Beyoncé for him to eat her pussy. "Come with me," said Beyoncé getting right down to business and taking Walter by his hand. She turned to look at him while walking. "I'm already wet with the sexual anticipation in what I imagine you're about to do to me and my pussy," she said. She leaned to whisper her naughty words in the way she leaned to whisper her concern to her husband. Then, she stuck her tongue in his ear. Oh, my God, in the way he imagined her licking his cock, Beyoncé just licked his ear. He'll never wash his ear again. Walter was flying high with sexual pheromones that Beyoncé gave off to him. Hot Sex Instead of Dancing Ch. 20 "If it wasn't enough seeing you in person and meeting you, I can't believe that I'm about to have sex with you," he said. She surprised him when she lifted his hand to rub the back of his hand across her breast. He felt her big nipple poking the back of his hand. Then, she stopped walking to kiss him, French kiss him. Beyoncé, the woman with the golden voice of an Angel, just stuck her tongue in his mouth. He couldn't believe that Beyoncé just French kissed him. Then, while kissing him in the middle of the dance floor, she took his hand and put it under her short skirt. Not missing his chance to cup and finger Beyoncé's naked pussy, Walter cupped and fingered her pussy as they continued slowly making their way to her private suite while they continued kissing and kissing. "I don't know what it is but just standing beside you and looking at you has made me terribly horny," she said breaking off her kiss and removing her tongue from his mouth to speak. "As you can feel," she said putting her hand over his hand. She moved his fingers the length of her pussy. "You've made me so terribly wet. After reading about you in SusanJillParker's How To story, you're just the man to give me what I want, an orgasm or two or three or four." "Pardon? Susan Jill who? Who's she? I don't know her," said Walter obviously never hearing of SusanJillParker. "It's not important," said Beyoncé. "What's important is for you to make me cum with your fingers and your tongue and, if all goes well, maybe even with your cock. Jay Z is the only man I've ever been with," she said. "Now that I'm with you, I'm excited about having sex with another man besides him." Suddenly, Walter had a premonition of Beyoncé falling in love with him in the way that he hoped Tiffany had fallen in love with him. Suddenly, he had a premonition of the two women fighting over him. Suddenly, in the way that he licked and fucked Tiffany, he had a premonition of his best friend Bill being sucked and fucked by his wife, Linda, while he was on his way to have sex with Beyoncé. * * * * * Only, before Beyonce could disappear with Walter to her private suite, disaster happened. In the way of an electrical fire with a dry Christmas tree, the word spread through the small, private club faster than Cupid's arrow could travel to hit a bull's-eye with his arrow fired in someone's shapely ass. Every woman, no matter how rich or how big of a celebrity they were, stopped what they were doing to stare at Walter, the top tier, sexual level five man. Tiffany was right. He may not be rich but he was already famous. Lionesses on the prowl, as if they were ready to fight over him, Coco, Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, J Lo, Nicki Minag, Angelina Jolie, the Williams sisters, and Rihanna circled Walter as if he was theirs for the taking. Putting themselves as sexual women first, as if he didn't know who they all were, they all put aside their celebrity to introduce themselves to Walter. Flirting with him, teasing him, kissing, and allowing him to feel their nearly bodies through their sexy, barely there clothes while flashing him bits and pieces of their nearly naked bodies, they all felt his package through his pants. With all of them no doubt having one common thought in mind, obviously they were all hoping to seduce him. Without doubt, they were all hoping that he'd give them cunnilingus instead of him giving Beyoncé cunnilingus. As if ready for a catfight, they all kept one eye on Beyoncé and the other eye on Walter. For sure, it would have been something to see Beyoncé, Coco, Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, J Lo, Nicki Minag, Angelina Jolie, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, and Rihanna rolling around their floor nearly naked while fighting over Walter. My bet's on Serena winning that contest. Only, Walter wasn't sexually interested in Coco, Kim Kardashian, or Taylor Swift. He wasn't sexually interested in J Lo, Nicki Minag, or Angelina Jolie. He wasn't sexually interested in Serena Williams, Venus Williams, or even Rihanna in the way that he was sexually interested in licking and fingering Beyoncé's pussy. Fortunately for Beyoncé, with her not even present in the club, there was only one woman who could steal him away from her. Unbelievably, other than Tiffany's pussy, there was only one woman's pussy he'd rather lick and finger than Beyoncé's pussy. * * * * * The blustery wind before the storm. The crescendo before the loud ending of the full orchestra. The rumbling thunder before the brilliant lightning. Watch out! Get back! Run! Hide! Duck for cover! Here it comes! It was as if there was a second rumble in the jungle or another thriller in Manila but this time it all happened in the United States in a private, exclusive, celebrity sex club instead of overseas in Kinshasa, Zaire or in the Philippines. The ruckus coming from another suite of rooms was as if there was a small albeit seismic earthquake in the next room. Seemingly, as if inhaling a deep breath before expelling the tumultuous air, it was the sound that a tsunami makes after the absolute quiet when it comes roaring ashore to wash everything and everyone away. Two big doors opened at the far end of the room and three celebrities, one really famous one and two lessor ones, emerged from out of nowhere. In the way that the American Indians gave smoke signals to other tribes and/or used their drums to sound the alarm, Walter and his sexual talents were no longer secret. The word that there was a top tier man, a sexual level five man in attendance, spread to a closed door suite that accommodated Gayle King and Stedman giving Oprah the oral pleasure and sexual satisfaction of a threesome. Oprah's personal attendant interrupted the threesome to tell Oprah the news that a top tier man, a sexual level five man was in the house. "Get out! How dare you interrupt my orgasm when I was just about to cum in Gayle's mouth," yelled Oprah. Oprah covered her naked breasts and exposed pussy with a black, satin sheet. "I'm so sorry Oprah, but I knew that you'd want to know," said her assistant. Oprah looked at her perhaps thinking that the club was on fire. "Know what? What is it that you think that I'd want to know?" With Oprah not as nice and kind in private as she seemed to be in public, her assistant looked as nervous as she seemed afraid to tell her. "There's a top tier man, a level five man in the house," she said. Stunned with disbelief of such a rare occurrence, Oprah stared at her assistant incredulously. Gayle stared at Stedman and Stedman stared at Oprah. "This had better not be a joke," said Oprah pointing her finger of accusation at her as if her assistant was on trial as a Salem witch. Looking more than a bit nervous, Oprah's assistant persevered. "I assure you, Your Majesty," the pet name that Oprah had her personal assistant sometimes call her. "It's no joke." Always prepared to give her a bitchy verbal tongue lashing instead of a sexual tongue licking, Oprah gave her a stern warning. "You had better not be lying to me," said Oprah. Perhaps having told Oprah a white lie to her before for one reason or another, perhaps to spare her feelings or to forestall her anger, she assured Oprah that she wasn't lying now. "I'm not lying," said her assistant crossing her heart and raising her right hand before God. "I swear." "You had better not be mistaken and mistaking a level four sex man with a level five sex man," said Oprah. Her assistant smiled her confidence at her employer. "He's the real deal. He's the one that SusanJillParker wrote about in that How To Get Level Five, Top Tier Sex," said Oprah's assistant. "Beyoncé, Coco, Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, J Lo, Nicki Minag, Angelina Jolie, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, and Rihanna all have him surrounded. They look as if they're ready to fight over him." Oprah rolled her eyes and sighed. "Is it Hugh Hefner again? He's been trying to get with me for two decades. I can't even tell you how many times that man has asked me to show my tits in Playboy magazine," said Oprah with a laugh while removing her sheet to expose her big breasts. "No one sees these big, beautiful babies but for you, Stedman, and Gayle." Her assistant looked from Oprah's eyes to Oprah's big, naked boobs before maintaining constant eye contact. "No, it's not Hugh Hefner. It's someone else, a much younger man," she said pausing to take a breath of courage. "He's the man wearing the dress," she said in a quiet, little voice. Oprah looked from her to Gayle and to Stedman and laughed. "A man in a dress?" As they were laughing now, both Gayle and Stedman always laughed when Oprah laughed. "Is he a Scotsman or a cross dresser?" Oprah's assistant took another big breath with a step back. "He's a cross dresser," she said. Popping out of bed as if her sheets were on fire, Oprah quickly donned a green, silk robe to cover her naked body. Seemingly Oprah was just as interested in having sex with a man dressed as a woman as Tiffany, Beyoncé, Coco, Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, J Lo, Nicki Minag, Angelina Jolie, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, and Rihanna were interested in having sex with a man dressed as a woman. That is, as long as that man dressed as a woman was a top tier, sexual level five man. Obviously none of them cared how Walter was dressed. Obviously all any of them only cared about was that he could give them orgasms that they've never dreamt of ever having. With her big tits promising to pop out of her robe, with one D cup size breast already making its surprise appearance, and with her robe opening to her waist as she walked, Oprah flashed her black pussy to the crowd as she quickly walked towards Walter. Not being the polite self that she usually is, pushing them and shoving them out of the way, she elbowed her way through the crowd of women that surrounded Walter. "Out of my way bitches," said Oprah pushing Coco, Kim Kardashian, Taylor Swift, J Lo, Nicki Minaj, the Williams sisters, Angelina Jolie, and Rihanna out of the way. She stared down Beyoncé. "Back off bitch! He's mine," said Oprah to Beyoncé before giving them all the evil eye. "Gayle just read that story by SusanJillParker to me last night and I can't believe a top tier man, a sexual level five sex man is here in this very room." As if throwing down the gauntlet to all challengers, neither shy, modest, nor embarrassed, Oprah stripped off her robe as if ready to take on one and all. In the way that the Roman's did in the coliseum in their day, as if she was ready to have a naked wrestling match over Walter, Oprah was ready to fight for the right to claim this top tier man as her own. As if she was a sexual psychopath, Oprah gave a deadeye stare to the ten women. "Okay, but I'm next," said Beyoncé backing down. "I'm after Beyoncé," said Coco in a soft voice without making eye contact with Oprah. If only the women in attendance knew that Ice was a top tier, sexual level five man too, they'd be all over him. "Then me," said Kim Kardashian tired of the level one sex she routinely received from Kanye. "I'm already sopping wet just thinking of him licking me. I haven't had my pussy licked since Jay Z licked my pussy." "Shut your mouth bitch," said Beyoncé ready to pull out Kim's fake hair extensions. "And me," said Taylor Swift raising her hand as if she was still in high school. "A first time for everything, while always wondering what it would be like, I've never had anyone go down on me. Tired of just giving blowjobs, I'd like someone to sexually take care of me for once." "I don't mind sloppy fifths," said J Lo. "Between my cheating exes', Marc Anthony and Sean 'Diddy' Combs, having their cocks and tongues in so many women's pussies, I've had much worse. I normally have sex with a much younger man, a man half my age, but tonight, being that I'm going to experience a top tier man, a sexual level five man, I'll make an exception. Besides, going without saying, I'd much rather have hot sex instead of dancing," said J Lo with a dirty laugh. Interestingly enough, something she's confided to her girlfriends who tweeting her sad sexual secret online, with all the men that J Lo has had, she's never had more than level three sex. "I'm sixth," said Nicki Minaj squeezing her big ass through the crowd of women. "As long as I get me some, I don't care what number I am." "Accustomed to always coming in first place, and unaccustomed to coming in seventh and eighth place but we'll take it to experience a top tier man," said Serena William obviously speaking for her sister, Venus, too. "Well, saving the best for nearly last, I guess that makes me ninth," said Angelina. Brad Pitt was the reason why Angelina didn't mind going 9th. If only the women in attendance knew that Brad Pitt was a top tier, level five sex man too, they'd be all over him in the way they were all over Walter. "I don't mind going tenth," said Rihanna. "There's something else that I need to do first anyway," she said giving Jay Z the eye. Beyoncé looked from Gayle, to Stedman, to Oprah, and back to Gayle. "What about you, Gayle? Don't you want a turn with a top tier man?" "I'd like to but I can't," said Gayle looking to Oprah before looking to Beyoncé. "I signed an exclusive non-competing contract with Oprah that states that no one, man or woman, is allowed to eat my pussy but her. And I'm not allowed to have sex with any other woman and with any man but with Stedman while Oprah watches," said Gayle. "With all of the millions of dollars she's paid me to keep my legs and mouth closed to everyone but her, and with Stedman bound by the same agreement, an agreement is an agreement," she said with a shrug. If only they knew that Gayle and Stedman were a top tier, sexual level five players and that Oprah was a top tier, sexual level five woman too, they'd realize that Gayle had no need to have anyone else licking her pussy. The question was why Oprah would be so hot and heavy to experience Walter, when she had two top tier sexual playmates in her bed? To be continued... Please give me the support of your vote.