“Fine,” I answered, deciding to tell her exactly what I was thinking about at the moment.
“I call bullshit,” she smiled, as she grabbed my computer, put it on the table and fished my cock out of my pants. So I answered, trying to be suave, “I was just thinking it was time to make love to my beautiful wife.” Although she knew I was kinky, I wasn’t sure she needed to know that I fantasized about having sex with a Shemale. The truth was it was because I was reading Shemale porn but that didn’t seem to be the correct answer.
Her hand went to my stiff cock as she asked, “Is this because you were thinking of Mia?” She has a ferocious sexual appetite and, unlike many of my married friends, the “I do’s” didn’t end the blow jobs, voyeuristic sex and anal sex, if anything I got more sex now after twenty-one years of marriage. She is still as beautiful now as the day I met her. “You are insufferable,” she said, joining me on the couch. “I thought women liked when we gave more than one word answers,” I quipped.
