Sissy Femboy Chrissy in Drag 2: At the Apartment

He must not have put the heat on yet because I was shivering. "I'm cold," I complained.
"Oh, here." he left the kitchen then returned from the bedroom with a fluffy pink female bathrobe.
My dress, as you know, is very skimpy and shows off a lot of skin, so this robe felt so good against my mostly exposed body. "This is nice," I commented.
"It's my wife's," "John" explained for no good reason.
"YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
"Yes, but it is a sexless marriage and she is out of town a lot for her job." He said, I guess trying to defend his infidelity.
Now I have to tell you I am naughty: I don't mind fucking with attached guys, whether they have male or female partners, I know many of you don't like that, but I find it very exhilarating, and I figure it's the guy's fault since I didn't chase them, they come after me. In fact, I had sex with a guy once who asked me not to text him anymore after that because his wife might find out. I understood and complied with no amount of disappointment.
"So I guess you don't want me to text you anymore, then?"
"No, you can text me," "John" answered. "My wife doesn't know about this phone."
I think I was starting to understand this guy.
"And you know," he added, "anytime she's gone you can stay over."
"Thank you." We ate our breakfast and talked for a while. Then I said, "I have to put my other clothes on, I can't walk into my place in a dress."
"Okay, dear," "John" said.
I went back to the bathroom with my bag of clothes and sundries that I had with me the whole time but forgot to mention. I slipped off my dress but kept my purple lace thong panties on since nobody could see them and put on a pair of men's loose blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black sweater. And just like that I was a man again.
When I walked out "John" smiled and said, "you're cute either way."
I blushed. I lost count how many times I blushed that night!
He gave me a ride home and it was still early enough, with no one around, that we were able to kiss outside my place.
"You will text me, right?" "John" asked sounding worried.
"Of course!" I tried to reassure him.
His face got serious. "I WANT YOU, CHRISSY."
"You have me," I said. And with a wave and a smile I watched "John Smith" drive off. Man, what a night!