Stella was standing by a table, her hair messily tied up, her glasses on the end of her nose and a pencil behind one ear. She looked totally harassed....Three tables had customers, a few other tables were waiting to be cleared. 'Oh Steff, oh thank christ you're here' She flung herself at me and hugged me tight. She whispered in my ear. 'please help me, come into the office, let me explain'. Stella put the flowers down on one of the uncleared tables and we went through to her office at the back of. ...Mike walked over to Jenny and fondled her bottom, then pulled her skirt down as Julie would be arriving soon. Jenny stood up kissed Mike and stroked his cock through his trousers, Mike said "That's nice, you've given me an idea!" A knock on the door, Jenny let Julie in she was wearing high heels, a tartan mini-skirt and a cropped white top, went well with her blonde hair. " Hi Julie, how does your bottom feel this morning?" asked Mike. " A bit sore, but I had a lovely warm feeling inside all. " And to her, yeah so I should say yes. It's not how the cuckold— hotwife thing is supposed to work though is it." Did we give it a label?" No," she said, shaking her head again, "but we did say we weren't going to get into swinging." True. We said... actually, I said... I was happy for you to have fun, as long as you were straight with me, and you said I could call a stop any time if it got too much for me." So now you want to re-write the rules?" Well..." Yeah, okay, you don't have to say it,. She started swearing a lot; every other word out of her mouth was fuck, asshole, or bitch. She began to drink a lot at home and on occasion you could smell the aroma of pot around the house. She began wearing clothing only a biker chick would wear. Tight cut off shorts showing half her ass, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and very tight denim jeans. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened to my rich preppy suburban housewife. Obviously, this biker.