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My ex-wife was on another date. We were still living together after the divorce, locked into a long term mortgage we couldn’t get out of. It was getting awkward sharing our tiny two-bedroom apartment. She had complained about our marriage for a long time, saying she wasn’t fulfilled. I was struggling to come to terms with the breakup but she seemed to be loving her new freedom. I’d noticed she’d lost weight and was buying lots of new sexy clubwear.Lately she was going out almost every night, dancing and drinking til late, always bringing back different men to fuck while I tried to ignore the sounds coming from the room next door. The walls were so thin it was like being in the room with them.I had gotten quite lonely so I started watching a lot of porn and would sometimes load up a video, mute the sound and jerk off to it while I listened through the wall at my ex fucking.. I think this is what led me to watching threesomes, which led to voyeur porn and eventually cuckolding.After a few weeks of this, I graduated to pegging, femdom, sissy and humiliation porn. The images imprinted on my mind were visions of men fucking women, women fucking men, and tiny dick sissy’s being made to watch and serve.I had started watching hypnotic videos with instructions of dressing up and sucking cock and would often sneak into my ex wife’s room to sniff her underwear or try on her dresses.One night, after watching porn in a sort of trance, I wandered into my ex’s room. In the corner almanbahis was a basket full of her dirty lingerie. My brain was washed and I could hear a voice in my head telling me to look . I had no choice, I needed to see what was inside the basket. I leaned in and pulled out a red velvet bra. It felt so soft in my hand and I almost didn’t notice myself pick it up and hold it against my chest. The voice became louder instructing me to try it on. I whipped off my t-shirt, fastened the bra, turning it around and sliding the straps over my shoulders. I felt so scared and excited, rummaging through the basket to look for more items.I dug around to find a matching red velvet thong, quickly pulling off my jeans and boxers to try it on. What next? I thought as my fingers brushed against something very soft. I lifted my hand to find clung to my fingers a sheer stocking. A loud voice screamed in my head. ‘Try it on!’I looked for the other stocking, trembling with excitement as I pulled it out of the basket. I ran to the bed to try them on. I’d seen my wife putting on stockings before, so I rolled them up in my hands as she did, joyfully slipping them over my toes and slowly rolling them up my legs one by one. I stood up and wandered over to the mirror, admiring myself and running my hands over my body against the sheer stockings and velvet lingerie. I was in heaven. It felt so good to dress like a girl and I had to go further. I walked over to the wardrobe on tiptoes, swinging almanbahis yeni giriş my hips, acting girly.I opened the wardrobe doors and stared in wonder, marveling at all the sexy dresses. There were so many to choose from and my head was spinning. I passed a few options before stopping suddenly on a V-neck leather sparkly bodycon mini-dress. My heartbeat increased and blood rushed to my dick making me feel dizzy.I snatched it off the hanger, pulling it up my legs over my stockings, shivering with pleasure as it stretched over my ass and up my body. I pranced back to the mirror criss-crossing my legs as I did so, trying my best to walk like a girl.I watched my reflection, barely recognizing myself as I sat cross legged on the bed. I lay back on the bed feeling something hard under the pillow. Reaching to see what was there, I pulled out my ex wife’s rampant rabbit. I heard the voice again. ‘Smell it!’I did as ordered and ran the dildo under my nose smelling the stench of my ex’s familiar pussy. My tongue lashed out and licked it impulsively. I knew what I needed to do and began sucking it hard, covering it in spit. I could see my reflection in the mirror and it turned me on! I swiftly ran the dildo between my ass cheeks, inserting it into my hole. The feeling was indescribable. I felt so womanly, so sexy and subservient. I rammed it harder into my ass seeing how much I could take. Just as I thought I had reached my peak I accidently clicked a button almanbahis giriş and it began to vibrate inside me. I felt a trickle of cum ooze from my soft, limp dick as I pumped away at my ass. The sound of a car pulling up on the driveway shatterred my impending orgasm. Quickly, I jumped off the bed, stuffed the rampant rabbit back under the pillow, grabbed my clothes and bolted back into my room. I could hear my ex stumbling into the apartment with another guy. She was more drunk than usual and was swearing at him, calling him a pussy for not knocking someone out. I sneaked into my bed and pulled the duvet over myself, covering the slutty outfit I was still wearing. She fell over a couple times as she walked down the hall towards her room, not making any effort to be quiet. Suddenly I heard her shouting as she entered her room, quickly stomping back out into the hallway. I jumped as she banged on my door.”Hey pussy! What the fucking fuck!” she shouted through the door as she pushed her way in. “What the fuck have you been doing in my room. I know you’ve been in there, the bed is all messed up and the lights are still on.”I pretended I was asleep. She shook me, suddenly tearing the duvet off and revealing everything I was trying to hide. “Aah haha haha!” Her laughter echoed through me. I curled up in a wasted effort to protect myself. “Oh dear. What a pathetic fucking loser, no wonder I left you.” She scowled. “Hey Isaac, come and see this.”Isaac was one of the men my wife had been fucking on and off. He was tall and handsome with large biceps and a chiseled chest. A fitness instructor, the kind of pretty boy all the girls want to fuck. I hadn’t met him but when he spoke I recognized his voice.
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