Your pleasure is our business - House of Phone Sex! Frank and I had been living together for fifteen months of homosexual bliss and our sex-life was simply divine. I'd decorated our boudoir in pastel shades of pink and lilac with satin sheets on the four poster bed lots of fluffy cushions and a mirror on the ceiling so that I could see Frank's powerful manly buttocks rising and falling as he poked my pansy pussy with his "Big Gun."
We had a wonderful gay wedding in Florida after our divorces came through; (I wore a gorgeous white lace and taffeta wedding gown train and veil) and then we went on a gay "honeymoon" cruise through the Caribbean. Ooooo there was plenty of "cruising" I can tell you but we only had eyes for each other. I was a practising homosexual at last with a wardrobe full of dresses and feminine lingerie; girdles and brassieres; suspender belts; basques and waspies; knickers and nylons; high heels; wigs and make up and a very well-hung hubby who encouraged me to be outrageously camp and effeminate for him. I was living full time as a gay transvestite wife; I was in love and sexually satisfied sometimes three or four times a night by my virile hubby. However without a regular buggering my gay cherry had gone into hibernation and needed the urgent attention of a man; any man so long as he could "get it up" for me. Oh I tried to resist my effeminate carnal urges but finally succumbed and drove to "Wanky" Woods where all the local homos went for a bit of "hanky-panky-wanky" in the bushes. Dressed in a black leather mini-skirt a pink lycra top; thigh boots; fishnets; tarty make up and a big blond wig I literally swished my way though the car park wiggling my bum and showing off my DD's to all the men wanking off in their cars in search of a bit of gay crumpet. "Hello dearie. Looking for a good time?" I enquired as the window of his car wound down. "Yes get in darling." He replied. I eased myself into the front passenger seat showing lots of leg; reeking of cheap perfume and gave him a cursory look. Late 50's; bald; far from handsome but I was more interested in what was poking out of his y-fronts; a big fat hairy cock! Oooooo I was feeling so queer. "Suck my dick!" he whispered. Well I licked my lips provocatively grasped hold of his manly erection and sighed; "Oooooo I don't mind if I do dear!" in a high pitched effeminate voice as I opened a fresh bottle of poppers and went into fairy mode..... |
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