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"Becoming The Real Housewife" I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when I heard the car pull into the garage. Dave entered the house carrying a pink box tied with a pink satin bow that he set on the table. He glanced at me as he hung his coat up then sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of wine. "Hi," he said. I returned the same response as I continued to stir the dinner on the stove. "I got you a present today I think you'll really like," he said referring to the pink box that I knew could have only come from one place. It was from Linda's Lingerie, the most expensive and exclusive women's dress and lingerie shop in town. "I see that!" I said continuing my work in the kitchen. "You do enough, you don't have to buy me presents Dave," I said. Aside from the bubbling spaghetti sauce and the sound of the knife clicking on the cutting board making the salads the room fell silent as we went about our daily routine. I could feel Dave looking me over, I could tell he didn't like the outfit. My hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and my more than 5 o'clock shadow gave evidence that I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. I was sure he noticed the flannel shirt too and the blue jeans and the heavy leather walking shoes as I moved around the immaculate kitchen. "I hope nobody saw you like this. You didn't go out like that did you!?" he asked with concern. "Don't worry nobody saw me," I answered even though I had taken a bag of trash out to the garbage earlier in the afternoon and had been seen by one of the neighbor ladies. She looked me over but didn't say anything so I figured it didn't matter. "I thought I'd see you in one of your pretty dresses tonight, with you all made up and your hair all done up nice and pretty. I love watching you moving around the kitchen Brandi, I love the look of those shiny seamed nylons you wear and how your dress swishes when you move and the sound of those stiletto heels as you mince and wiggle around the kitchen cooking supper. I love the smell of the perfume you wear too. It just isn't the same lately," he said as he took a sip of wine. "I thought I'd give the 'housewife' look a rest," I said speaking as Robert as I continued. "Oh you did," he returned. "And why is that?" he questioned as I began bringing the food to the table. He got up and held out my chair for me just like a man would do for a lady but I resisted. "Stop that," I said causing him to pause and then return to his seat. "I...I thought that since we were already friends anyway that we could maybe, you know," I said hoping he would figure it out. "You know what?" he asked. "That we could try it as friends for a change. There's nothing wrong with that, nothing has to change," I said. "We're friends, we could be roommates, two guys just sharing a place. And outwardly we could both date if we wanted to and do whatever. I appreciate all the help and everything and I'll still keep house and do the cooking but maybe we should try it that way for awhile," I continued. I could tell that Dave wasn't thrilled with the idea, not in the least. "You're a good friend Robert, but you know I much prefer Brandi," he said. "And you fit so easily into the role. I thought you were coming along just fine since you moved out here. I was hoping we could make the relationship permanent," he said as he continued. "I'm not gay! Don't you think that that's a problem? I'm not gay!" I said. "Neither am I," he returned and then fell silent as we began the meal. For the next twenty minutes the kitchen fell silent as we had our dinner and continued our daily routine. But I knew what he was thinking and what he wanted, just like he knew what I was thinking. Maybe that's what made us such good friends. But in living here with Dave and in playing house with him what had started out as almost a game of sorts had soon became quite a bit more than I was prepared for. We'd been childhood friends. I never mentioned my penchant for ladies things and was planning on keeping my alter ego a permanent secret as the years went by. But one weekend when my folks were away the summer after high school, just before college, started Dave happened by and caught me dressed! It wasn't the campy dress up scenario, it was the full blown "CD" thing now and I had gotten quite good at it even with my limited collection of clothes and a bit of borrowed makeup. I'd found a trunk of old 50's clothes in the attic my grandmother used to wear, all neatly pressed and put away like a sort of fashion time capsule. And for someone like me it proved to be too great a temptation. Over time and with practice I got to be quite convincing at least to myself. I had always been small and slightly built and found that the clothes in that trunk in the attic, apart from my needing a few more curves here and there fit me almost perfectly! So thinking I was totally alone that one afternoon there I was, mincing and swishing around the house dressed from head to toe and from the skin out in clothes from that seemingly magical trunk in the attic. The shiny swishy taffeta and rayon dresses, the seamed nylons and the lacy nylon and satin lingerie had the total, delicious desired effect as I felt the soft frictionless lingerie against my skin as the swishy dress floated around me while I minced and wiggled on the one pair of black patent leather high heeled pumps I managed to secretly buy a year earlier. I was admiring the rustle and the shine of the polished rayon dress marveling as the light streaming in through the kitchen windows illuminated the silky fabric when Dave suddenly burst in looking for me. I must have been in a sensory overload not to have heard him at the outer door and couldn't imagine how I could have forgotten to lock the inside door! But now it was too late! He looked at me for a moment then became wide eyed in a sort of limbo, like an old pinball machine on tilt as he stood there waiting for his brain to assimilate the mass of confusing imagery. And then it dawned on him. I quickly went to my room and took off the clothes then went to the bathroom and scrubbed off all the makeup then combed the curl out of my hair and put it back in a tight pony tail. And all the while Dave was there asking questions. Like I mentioned, we had already been great friends for years, even at our young age. I stumbled and stammered embarrassed but begged him to just forget what he'd seen. It would be no harm, no foul and nobody would get hurt or embarrassed further. Luckily, he thought it over and agreed, and believe it or not we continued on being friends. We hung out the rest of the summer then went our separate ways to different colleges. I graduated with a business degree while Dave continued on into law. We saw each other off and on during summers and holidays and continued our friendship as the years continued on. Dave did well in school and was soon working in a busy law practice. I moved from job to job never really getting anywhere and it was always a struggle to get by on the meager pay. I kept corresponding with Dave and learned that he was going out on his own, hanging out his own shingle. Within another two years he was doing very well! He then called me one night and offered to have me out for the holidays. I told him that with living paycheck to paycheck I couldn't afford the trip, not only that I knew my car wasn't about to make the trip either. I was ready to settle for a few phone calls over the holiday season but Dave would have none of that. He wired me some money and sent plane tickets then told me to take a week off. He wanted to show me around his new house. That was the start of it I guess. I couldn't believe it that over ten years had now passed. I was of course still single. After all what women wants to be seen with a man who is shorter than she is? Not only that, once they saw my tiny apartment and crummy car and realized that my boring business degree was taking me nowhere they didn't stick around long anyway. Then there was Dave. He picked me up at the airport in a new red Cadillac. We talked over old times all the way back to his house in the suburbs. It wasn't long until I noticed we were rolling through the nicer section of town and once we pulled through the gate at the entrance to the neighborhood I knew he was doing very well. It was confirmed when we pulled into the driveway of the large two story house and he activated the garage door opener then drove inside. He brought a few beers to the kitchen table and we continued the conversation. "What a place!" I thought. I hadn't seen him in a while, he was no movie star but as guys go I guess he was alright. He was better than average in the looks department and at only 190 pounds was in trim shape. He had grown even taller since the first year of college and he looked to be nearly six foot three now! I had grown a bit more too but sadly genetics weren't on my side. I was only five foot six and dripping wet 115 pounds now, maybe. And my looks were far from manly. That thought crossed my mind often and I wondered if that was why I couldn't seem to land a good job and then move up in the company. I just didn't have a commanding presence I guess. But I did in a dress! After a few beers the memories of that summer day over a decade earlier came rushing back to mind as Dave brought that up quite unexpectedly! We were already fast friends, I guess that's what got Dave thinking, and of course there was the addition of him seeing me in that vintage shirtwaist house dress all those years ago. He looked me over, studying my fine almost girlish features. He thought it might work, no, he was certain it would. We talked further, he was pleased to learn that I had continued on with my little "hobby." But I began to wonder where the conversation was headed then got a bit unnerved as Dave began explaining things. Then I realized why he was still single. He was handsome, made a great living and could have had any woman he wanted with just a little effort. But he'd said he'd tried and things just hadn't worked out. He had been searching for the perfect woman, his version of one at least. You know, the high maintenance woman, the trophy wife. A woman who would stay at home keep house and look attractive for the man of the house. That was it. He had been close with a few ladies, but when he mentioned he liked the 50's housewife look they started thinning out fast. After all it took a lot of effort to maintain that pristine and feminine appearance but that's what he wanted. But women these days were too independent, too macho, too competitive. And a relationship like that didn't suit Dave at all, he even went so far as to say he felt that was the reason for the high divorce rate. Instead of a man and a woman in a relationship it was two men, two "alphas" and that rarely, if ever worked out. I tended to agree. So, his mention of wanting a pretty lady, one with petticoats and seamed stockings and stiletto heels complete with the perfect hairdo and all the makeup soon faded due to a complete lack of interest on any of the women he dated. He then decided to end the "housewife" comments with any of his future dates so they wouldn't start wondering if he was strange or something and start talking about him with the possible consequence of it affecting his law practice. It wasn't long until the dates dwindled and he once again sidelined himself then returned to living as a bachelor once again. He knew I was struggling in my job, he'd even lent me money to get me by once or twice to help but he knew, he knew I was miserable where I was. And then I listened for another 20 minutes as he spun his elaborate plan. "Are you fucking nuts?" I said as I recoiled sliding back in my seat, as the chair squealed loudly on the wooden parquet floor. "Think it over," he said. "I never told anyone but I still know about your little 'hobby.' I'll bet you've gotten better, much better at it over the last ten years too, haven't you?" He said. I felt my cheeks begin to redden knowing my friend knew me better than anybody. Dave sat back with a contented smile. The incentive was there as well. I never cared much for work anyway, at least not the crummy nowhere jobs I'd had up till now. Keeping house was no problem and I enjoyed cooking. I didn't have grandma's trunk of clothes anymore but that didn't matter, there were plenty of thrift shops and garage sales to get my "new" wardrobe going. Dave had been thinking this over for quiet some time. He was tired of living alone. He wanted a lady-of-the-house and he wanted me to play the part! "Think it over while you're here visiting. Think it over carefully," he said. "But, but I couldn't pull it off Dave, not in a million years!" I said. But I realized that if I took up the offer and by some miracle things worked out we could both have what we always wanted! I could dress to my hearts content and never have to work again and Dave would get his lady- of-the-house. "We'll have to be careful, take it very slowly at first but I think it'll work," he continued. "And once it does, nobody will ever know the difference." "Nobody knows you or knows you're here. Even in this gated neighborhood these days people pretty much stick to themselves. You're small and slightly built so if you could start acting feminine if anyone sees you you'll probably pass without notice. We can pick up a few things tomorrow for the rest of your visit here while you decide. "We'll have to get you some breast forms. You'll have to start wearing a brassiere, and some of those tight shaper panties to hide any bulges. And even though you don't have much of a beard you'll have to keep perfectly smooth shaven all the time now. You'll need to pluck your eyebrows, get your ears pierced and start growing your nails out too. You'll have to wear conventional stuff when you're outside, like what women these days wear but that shouldn't be much of a reach. Aside from a few pastel colors and a bit of floral trim on a T-shirt or blouse they look pretty bland in the jeans and sneakers they mostly wear around here, you know, the "soccer mom" types. But when you're at home in the house I'd like to see you looking like the typical 1950's housewife. That's what I really want!" he said with excitement. I was a pretty simple plan. I was to go home and quit my job. Then after a week or so with a bit more practice with my hair, makeup and mannerisms I was to move out of my crummy apartment and get rid of my broken down car. Then after getting rid of all my guy things, all the stuff and clothing that identified me as Robert I'd quietly fly back out and move in with Dave. I wouldn't need money anymore and wouldn't have to work anymore either. I thought that just maybe, with a little luck I might just pull it off! I took Dave up on his offer. My moving in went just as he had expected, few people took notice. Then as the days and weeks passed I kept the pony tail but continued letting my hair grow. I began shaping my now long fingernails and made it a point to wear a necklace and earrings every day, along with noticeable but subdued makeup and just a dash of perfume. I now wore a brassiere and those tight control briefs under my tops and ladies jeans and started carrying a nondescript purse. In being careful to cover the smallest feminine nuances in my appearance and in picking up the appropriate mannerisms and gaining confidence I was soon able to leave the house to run errands and do the shopping. Amazingly, no one seemed to notice. Until late one afternoon when I pulled into the driveway with my groceries and saw Janet at the front door of the house! Janet Grayson, I'd met her and her husband before. About two weeks after I had moved in with Dave they had come over as a neighborly gesture to say hi and to welcome me to the neighborhood. But I figured that she just wanted to size me up wondering who this new person was that was moving in with Dave. She'd seen him come and go with dates before but became interested when I moved in and was apparently staying. She bothered me. She was one of those rich socialite types from the neighborhood. I felt her to be a bit nosy, the prying type as she looked me over as Dave introduced me as "Brandi" an old friend of his who was visiting for a while. She looked me over with a quizzical look as I tried to appear feminine. I could feel her looking right through me then felt a bit of relief as she then glanced around the living room at the furniture and the fixtures sizing us up to see if we were important enough, high enough class to deserve to live in such a neighborhood. Since Dave had the best lot location and nearly the nicest house in the neighborhood she quietly decided that we were appropriate neighbors after all. But I still worried about the wondering look she had given me. I immediately felt my stomach knot up and felt weak as I pulled into the garage. As I started taking the groceries out of the back seat she came around the corner holding a clip board. "Brandi?" she said tentatively with a smile as she entered the garage. I said "hi" in a quiet and feminine tone as she approached. "I called and talked to Dave this morning about the snow removal policy for the neighborhood. I know it's still weeks away," she said. "But I need to get Dave's signature and two others to award the contract," she said as she once again began looking me over. "I'm really running behind schedule today Janet," I said as I put my purse over my shoulder then gathered my groceries and made my way for the kitchen door. "Maybe later," I said as politely as I could. But she continued. "He said it would be fine if you could sign for him. Won't take a minute," she said. As she followed along. The papers were legitimate but I was being sized up and I knew it. I thought of all the feminine movements I could think of, the mannerisms, the gestures then worried if I could pull off such a close inspection. Would I act too campy, too swishy or too masculine. The wave of confusion under pressure was almost too much and she took notice. "Is something wrong Brandi dear?" She asked with mock concern as she followed. "I...I've just been in such a rush. I have to get dinner started, call the cleaners about a suit of Dave's they lost and check the mail," I said trying to appear too busy to be bothered. But Janet continued following. Finally I stopped, and set the groceries on the hood of the car. I turned as she handed me the clipboard and a pen. "It's the standard contract, same price," she said as I read the paper over then noticed the other signatures at the bottom of the page. As I read she continued on with the small talk. "I hope this winter isn't as cold as this last summer was hot," she said. "Are you and Dave doing anything for Halloween?" she continued. That statement caused me to gulp through my already dry throat as I tried to maintain my composure. "We were thinking of having some kind of get-together but it's still in the planning stage," she said as I held the clipboard and continued reading. Although it was nearly impossible I forced myself to relax. I set my purse on the hood of the car beside the groceries in a limp wrist fashion then finished reading the contract. I then took the pen and made sure to sign the name "Brandi" in a light feminine, swirling script. Janet noticed my long slender fingers and the sculpted and lightly polished nails that were done up in a pale pink. She had also been looking me over from head to toe. She could smell my perfume in the air. She noticed my smooth skinned face that was properly made up, she noticed the dangle earrings in my pierced ears and the two thin gold bracelets that tinkled on my left wrist. She noticed the jiggling breasts jutting slightly from my white lace trimmed blouse, my trim waist and the smooth "muff" at the front of my ladies jeans. She noticed the flare of my hips as well. "Do you work out dear?" she asked. I told her that I used to go to a spa but hadn't for a long time preferring not to tell her I was wearing a waist cincher two sizes too small and a special panty girdle that was amply padded at both the hips and the rear to give me that unmistakably feminine shape. She looked on a moment longer then noticed the high heeled cork wedge ankle strap sandals I was wearing. And as I teetered on the four inch heels she noticed my pedicure and the pale pink nail polish on all my toes that shined through the sheer nylon of the pantyhose I was wearing. I handed the clipboard and the pen back then gathered my groceries and turned making my way towards the door into the house. "I am sorry but things are just so rushed, and look at the time," I exclaimed. "You take care Brandi, hope to see you and Dave soon! Don't be strangers now, you two simply must come over for dinner some evening" she said as she smiled and waved as she put her sun glasses back on then made her way out of the garage and up the block for the remaining two signatures she needed. I got into the house, put the groceries and my purse on the kitchen table then sat down with a thud into the chair my ears still ringing, my heart pounding and my hands shaking! She had looked me over point blank! Even more closely than when we had met. But this time she didn't have that questioning, quizzical look. I did it! I passed the test! It was all of those little nuances, those feminine curves, the perfume the jewelry and the feminine mannerisms and my quiet voice must have helped too. Then I remembered what she last looked at, my pedicure, the nylons and the high heeled sandals! After all what man would leave the house with open toed women's high heels showing off a painted nail pedicure and nylon stockings? That must have clinched it, and now as far as Janet was concerned I was one of the ladies of the neighborhood! Even though I was elated at fooling the neighborhood busybody I figured that if I had her acceptance that it would be no trouble at all in fitting in with the rest of the ladies. But that's what got me scared as well. I pulled the drapes and didn't leave the house for the next two days. It was during our spaghetti dinner that Dave noticed I hadn't shaved and wasn't wearing my new wardrobe. It had been fun flittering and swishing around the house in dresses and seamed hose mincing and wiggling along on high stiletto heels playing the housewife and I loved the fact that I could stay at home and enjoy myself. But now I was having second thoughts. There had been two occasions after a few too many drinks that things had gotten a little much, even for me. I had ended up in Dave's bedroom all dolled up the way he liked on a whim and to make him happy but with him being insistent and much larger than I was it ended up going much farther than that. After being in Dave's master bedroom and in being able to pass completely in town when I was out shopping and running errands and in passing the toughest test of all with Janet at point blank range, all the thoughts were in play now! I thought about quitting the charade and moving on even if it was back to a small apartment and a less than stellar job and told Dave my thoughts. "If you leave, the credit cards stay here, the wardrobe too! You won't have a nice home to live in and you won't be driving a new car anymore either," he said. "You're telling me that after you've started fitting in, after all the work you want to quit now? How much easier could you have it Robert? All you have to do is do some light cleaning, a bit of laundry, some dusting and cook the dinners. The rest of your day is yours to relax and luxuriate, wearing all the lacy lingerie and dresses and high heels you could ever want. You're the lady-of-the-house now. Do you really want to give all that up?" he asked as he looked me over and poured me a large glass of wine. I couldn't concentrate and had an even tougher time as he handed me that large pink box. "Relax, have a drink, calm down. Then after you compose yourself take your present. I'll do the dishes while you take a nice long bath and fix your hair and makeup," he said. I felt I didn't want to but felt compelled nonetheless. For some reason I took the large beribboned pink box and went to the master bedroom and the master bath. Within an hour or so I had done my hair and makeup and had gotten dressed in the outfit he'd picked up for me at Linda's Lingerie. "Mmmmmm, you look so pretty baby!" he exclaimed with satisfaction. "But one more thing," he said as he brought over a waste basket from the vanity. "Let's finish by getting rid of the last of those boy clothes, shall we?" he said holding the waste basket out. "Just one more little thing, put the clothes in the waste basket Brandi," he said waiting. Finally I reached out to the chair at the side of the vanity and gathered the shorts, the socks, the blue jeans, the T-shirt and the flannel shirt and put them into the waste basket. The shoes followed. Dave then pulled out the plastic liner then left the room with the bag leaving me with a strange feeling because that was the last stitch of men's clothing in the house that were mine. I knew that all of Dave's things were much to large for me so it looked like things were going to be different now. He returned shortly then after closing the bedroom door he watched as I climbed onto the bed as he undid his robe. Even with the lubrication I grimaced at the tightness as Dave, now between my legs began working himself into me stretching me. It wasn't as difficult as the first time but soon he had me stretched tight once again and was sinking deeper and deeper as he worked himself into me until his ball sack was pressed tightly against me and he let out a contented moan at the sensation he was feeling. My hips didn't appear as wide now without the padded girdle but I was totally smooth shaven once again. And as he spread my legs and lifted them into the air and began humping in and out, picking up speed as his excitement grew I could feel the breast forms in the lacy pink brassiere as they jiggled under the layers of the pink nylon chiffon baby doll nightie. The lingerie in the box had been a frothy pink confection and now I was wearing it all! The brassiere, the lace trimmed pink crotch less panties, the seamed pink sheer nylon stockings now tightly gartered to the pink satin garter belt and the frilly nylon nightgown that was now swished up and over my waist. I watched as he lifted my legs high in the air to reveal the pink patent leather ankle strap platform sandals with the seven inch heels as they twitched in the air. Dave was nearly beside himself with excitement now as he humped and thrust into me. Finally he began to gasp and then moan as he held my legs high and wide then thrust all the way into me. I then felt him twitching deeply inside knowing that he was now well satisfied. Nothing much was said and It wasn't long after that, that I unbuckled the straps of the heels and was turning on my side to get a good nights sleep. Dave then moved in to cuddle as he smelled the perfume and the cool frictionless swish of my nightgown as he held me in the darkness. "You're going to be fine, just fine Brandi," he said. "I'll start tomorrow by getting your paperwork changed. I have a doctor friend I have been talking with. We're going to get you started on female hormones right away and get you started on hormone injections too. He tells me the confusion you are experiencing will soon fade once you start the hormones. We'll take it slow Brandi, but you'll see, once we're all done you'll not only be the lady of the house, you'll be a housewife, a housewife for real!" he said with contented satisfaction as he held me close and began drifting off to sleep. Somehow one year passed. I kept up the "Brandi" personae and continued playing the lady of the house until suddenly I wasn't playing anymore! Leaving town under the pretense of a get away vacation now and then a few procedures were quietly performed and with the female hormones now coursing through my veins I began to change. My skin got softer almost immediately, my hair got longer and more luxurious, my breasts began to grow and then began to take on weight as my waist narrowed and my hips began to widen. We didn't socialize much but did manage that dinner invitation with the Grayson's but pretty much kept to ourselves as I continued to change. The padded girdles soon vanished from my wardrobe and after a breast augmentation the breast forms soon followed. I continued my duties at home keeping house and working on my mannerisms, gestures and feminine appearance. But thanks to some facial surgery with laser electrolysis, a nose job, a resculpted hairline and a bit of work on my chin I was now unmistakably feminine in appearance. After a procedure on my vocal cords my voice was permanently raised into a higher and more feminine pitch. Dave didn't like the fact that I was hesitant in bed like I had been but that was soon remedied after my final procedure. After a few weeks to recover he was more than content and satisfied. Once everything was done that was it. Dave began planning the wedding! Janet, the nosy neighbor lady got the job of helping me dress for the wedding. The other ladies will meet us at the ceremony" she said mentioning Mary and Stacy as she helped get me ready. She looked me over once again after lacing me into my white satin corset. She could see my now very real breasts jiggling in my white lace trimmed brassiere and noticed the sheer, white seamed nylon hose hooked to the white lace trimmed garter belt. As she gathered my white nylon floor length slip and petticoats she noticed my now very trim muff nestled in my lace trimmed white nylon panties. She could easily see the mound and the vaginal lips through the filmy, taut white fabric. She then giggled slightly. "What's the problem Janet?" I asked in my now lilting feminine tone. "Stacy and Mary thought you were a guy!" she giggled. "Stacy said she saw some man, a small man taking a bag of garbage out of Dave's house around the time you moved in here, she said the 'guy' had on jeans, boots and a flannel shirt and was strutting to the dumpster just like a guy. She said he even had the start of a beard and that that guy strangely looked a lot like you!" She giggled again. "Imagine that," I said as I felt the color run out of my face. I teetered on the heels as Janet fit me into the full length slip but with all the makeup on she didn't notice, I was now truly made up as the blushing bride. "We all know you had a nose job," she said not realizing the full extent of my procedures due to Dave and I keeping to ourselves most of the time but we didn't have to now. "I really don't think you could pass as a boy Brandi. Isn't that absurd?" She giggled. "Not with those legs, those pert breasts and..." before dropping the slip into place she swished it up to once again have a good look at my now very real vaginal lips "...not with those pretty little lips down there in those tight, pretty little panties of yours!" I smiled and giggled along with her as she finished helping me dress. We were quietly married and I became Mrs. Dave Watson, complete with engagement and wedding ring. The ladies in the neighborhood were now used to me. I passed the test, fit in and was accepted as one of them without question and without their ever knowing that my real name had been Robert. But that was so long ago now that with all the time, the procedures and the constant flow of female hormones now affecting me even those memories were beginning to fade away. I was Mrs. Watson now and was now living my new life content to be a stay at home housewife. It wasn't long before everything fell into place, not only in the house but in the bedroom as well. The surgery had been a complete success, not only did the plumbing work but the electricity did as well. It was a tight but smooth fit when Dave was inside me. I found I began to enjoy when I'd get all dolled up for him and he'd get between my legs and excitedly rub his throbbing erection up and down my moistened and lubricating slit. It was very exciting for him and as time went on it became exciting to me as well to feel him enter me and begin thrusting, humping me, his wife Brandi as I laid there legs spread wide concentrating on the sensation of his thrusts and his gasping excitement until I would begin to feel the warmth and the giddiness and how my vagina would twitch holding him tight as the waves of pleasure would wash over me making me dizzy. And then to feel Dave tense up than gasping on wobbling knees come, twitching violently inside of me.