Except about men -- men who did I was sleeping with, men with whom I was cuckolding my sweet hubby.
But most mornings he'd awaken zestful, choose an outfit for the day-- casual, sporty, or dressy -- and do things I'd read aboutafterward. When I looked into it, as I did regularly, it became obvious thathe was now actively seeking out womanly experiences and enjoyingthem, diligently doing his research for his book.
Once while crossing the quad one of his colleagues in Mathematicsmade a pass at him, inviting him to pass some time in his office,where my crossdressing cuckold husband knew there was a couch.
My cuckold told him primly thathe never dated men, that he lived with another woman and dressedthis way only to please her, and that she was his partner for life. The man got flustered and practically fled, my cuckold told me. He often expressedannoyance at how bold and persistent some men could be, howirritating the intrusions on his attention.
That was especiallysatisfying -- he was was learning that men respect their ownlechery more than a woman's privacy -- they were always testing theavailability of anything in skirts.
That was certainly true of Craig until I took to mocking his impotence when we were bothexhausted with fucking and he realized he'd better concentrate hisenergies if he ever hoped to get the better of me.