I'm still trying to digest the things that happened Thursday night when Bob slept over.
That's the first giant step forward right there - none of her lovers have ever spent the night before. Bob took my place in the big bed and I slept on the couch.
He was thrilled that I was wearing lipstick as he suggested, and I have to tell you I looked like a pathetic clown. But the pleasure he got out of seeing my red lips was nothing compared to his glee that Mrs. Billy had shaved my body hair and made me look like a girl all over.
Bob made me sit naked in the chair mainly because of the shaving. He never much wanted to see any of my naked body parts before this. But hairless and lipsticked, perched in a chair? He really seemed to get off on it. To the point he was distracted and Mrs. Billy started to tell him to pay attention to her. He tried, but my hairless little erection kept distracting him and she got up and made me put on a pair of her panties. Just before going back to bed with him she picked her bra up off of the floor and put that on me, too. Then she started to blow him again.
Which meant she couldn't see his face. I started to get a little giddy and disconnected from reality - I mean, I was wearing lingerie and lipstick, playing with my cock, while Bob seemed too interested in me. I vamped for him a little, just to see what would happen - he and I had never had sexual contact before tonight, and it was sort of a joke to me. So I pulled my shoulders back, thrusting my empty bra at him, and pursed my lips, and wriggled my ass in the chair.
But time ran out and my wife climbed up on top of him and gave him a cowgirl ride that made him forget all about me. After he orgasmed they pretty much just rolled over, ordered me to turn off the light on my way out, and sent me to the couch while they fell asleep.
I don't think it would be quite true to say that I was disappointed. It was what it was and in a sense it had been way more intimate for me than any previous encounter my wife had let me witness. I went to bed happy.
A few hours later I was awakened by Bob kneeling on the sofa next to me, rubbing his sticky dick over my lipsticked mouth. I awoke slowly and just let him continue for a minute or two. He whispered "let me in, Billie" and I did. I would like to make it a big story but it was all over quickly - I opened, I nibbled and sucked, he dumped a small load in my mouth, and he was done. He leaned over me to whisper "Don't tell your wife and maybe we can play again."
None of what happened Thursday night, the cross dressing, the lipstick, even the blow job, none of it was as surprising to me as what I did then. I pulled his head to me and I kissed Bob like a woman. I'm not sure why - I have played games with guys before, but I never ever kissed a man or wanted to. Until Bob said we might play again. That triggered something. Who knows if he meant it?
