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Me, Penelope Cruz, And My Wife free porn video
Me, Penelope Cruz, and My Wife
You probably won't believe me, and I can understand that. But, when a new line
of cosmetics, "Lola," breaks on to the scene in a month you'll give second
thoughts to doubting the truth of this tale.
Here's the incredible truth? My wife knows that I like to dress up. As much as I
wish she would encourage me to do you, I realize that it is really more my issue
of not being comfortable doing it, that an issue of her not accepting it. She's
comfortable with my wearing silky underwear when I do and thinks nothing of my
sleeping in nightgowns. That's just normal around here.
So, when my wife had a dream of me turning into Penelope Cruz and strapping on a
dildo and having anal sex with her, she told me. We both masturbated furiously
to her telling the story two or three times.
Anyway, one of her best friends just got a new job at a start-up makeup company
"Lola?, and, can you believe that one of the things that she needs to do is
learn about giving make-overs? My wife, open with her personal life, had told
this friend about the dream and when the friend and I were alone, I asked her if
she could make me up to look like Penelope Cruz. (It's really as simple as that
not a lot of hemming and hawing.) She says yes and we schedule a day to do it.
I arrived at her house freshly shaven and go in. She tells me that she is
excited about this whole endeavor and can't wait to see how I turn out. (Me, I
can't believe this part.) She starts with a foundation and goes on to use more
products than I can even remember their names. She tells me to not look in the
mirror yet and goes to the other room. It took all of my will-power to not peek,
but I didn't. She returns with a dark wig that she explains she wears when she
wants to go out to a bar and not give a damn about how people treat her. (She's
a red-head and finds that the wig gives her an alternate persona.) Two dangling
clip-on earrings and I get to look. Upon seeing my reflection, I made the
closest approximation to a squeal that my throat would allow. The noise was not
planned, it's just that I was so excited that I squealed!
We went into the other room to try out what clothes would fit and flatter. (This
is where I need a reality check: I'm fully made up and about to try on numerous
outfits!) We started with a miracle bra which was a bit too tight. I told my
friend that I had a raging erection and asked her not to be offended. She
laughed that I thought she would be offended and teased that it would take self-
control on her part not to do anything to ease it. She gave me a control-top,
shaping piece and it held me in just fine. A pair of stockings, yum and my
foundation was done.
Next, the dresses. I must have tried on three or four dresses and a couple of
separates until I tried on the black, sleeveless dress. The addition of a silver
necklace and I knew this was it. While it was not part anything I had planned on
doing, we shaved my underarms and upper chest.
I was gorgeous!
I drove home and could feel the eyes of people on me. Not as if they were
looking at a man in a dress, but at a beautifully made-up woman. I made very
little eye contact with people, but when I did, I made a little smile, and they
always smiled back. This felt great. I checked myself in the rear view mirror
and thought, "I better not get pulled over as my license and my appearance don't
quite match." This thought turned me on and later I fantasized about being
pulled over by a police woman, and when I tired of thinking of that, by a
policeman.
I arrived home, lit candles around the house, put a note on the door that read
"I love you, Penelope?, and waited for my wife to arrive.
The rest of that evening was just incredible.
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