One Torrid Night

I had no idea how a sexual impulse one night while we were fooling around would excite us so much later. We have been married for nearly 27 years and we have just found our love life again after some barren years. A year previous to this story I had come out of the closet and told my wife about my crossdressing, fortunately she took this news rather well but in return she told me she had strong bisexual feelings. This had added a whole new dimension to our lovemaking. Her toy collection gained a slim strapon cock and this she uses on me from time to time. Chrissies toy collection is quite impressive and often during our lovemaking one would be introduced as a second cock. Ground rules about Chrissie’s female partners were laid out early on, although I am okay to see other crossdressers I am in no way allowed to see any females, not that I want to as I am very happy with the way things are. A while later and during our lovemaking one of us suggested that how about another cock for her to play with – a real cock, a crossdressed cock. Then all three of us could have some fun.

I suppose it all started in a kind of innocent way. I liked nothing better to do than to watch my lovely wife getting dressed. I'd lie on the bed and watch her pull on her black pantyhose positioning myself so that her pussy was just inches away from my nose. It's lovely just to lay there and breathe in her sexy scent. This developed into me lying on my back and she would deliberately back onto my face teasing me, from there it became serious pantyhose facesitting!! Lovely!!
One night we were looking at a group for facesitting and downloaded a movie where the man wore a black double ended dildo face gag. The man was lying down with his arms tied to his sides while the woman rode his cock facing away from him until he came then she backed up and rode the protruding cock gag. We both watched in awe, we hadn't thought of doing this! A little while later and she had ordered a gag just like that. One night we re enacted this scene and it was mindblowing for the pair of us. The only difference being that I was “Michaella” or “Emm” as one of my friends likes to call me. Over my black bra, knicks and black pantyhose I had a pleated khaki mini and a black sweater.