I served the girls, Jess the boys.Most everyone just eyed us with lust as we went around, but when Jess got to Stephen, he said to her, loudly, “You...must be a real whore to agree to this sort of thing.” Jess muttered, “Yes, sir. A real whore.”With everyone sitting around and drinking, Stephen then turned his unwelcome attention to me. Specifically, my cock, tiny from having cum earlier. I may or may not have mentioned that, while erect, I’m average sized, but flaccid I’m quite pathetically. His closet was emptyapart from some new women's clothes hanging neatly on the rail: skirtsand blouses and even a couple of dresses. There was nothing of his inthe drawers he used apart from several new sets of women's underwear,still in their packaging.He came back silently to where his wife was sat. Yvonne thought he mightcome running (as fast as he could in those heels) into the room andstart shouting but he didn't. He was subdued. He looked deep in thought,wrestling some difficult problem,. I have a nice Triumph satin and lace bra and panty set in a deep burgundy that I bought off an older woman on Gumtree. Though well-worn it has that clean perfumed fragrance that lets you know a real woman has worn it regularly and makes me hard the moment I get it out to put on. That was my choice last night. Over it I slipped on a shirt and pants with no belt and no socks with my shoes. This makes it easier to strip down to mu lingerie if the chance occurs!Walking out to my car, the friction. ..Chapter 1: The betrayal"You are a perverted, self-centered, egotistical, fucking male pig!"Sydney shouted as she gritted her teeth. "I can't believe you cheatedon me with THIS huge titted bimbo bitch!" she continued as tears welledin her eyes. I sat there, dumbfounded and speechless; knowing I hadbeen caught. She grabbed a handful of Megan's clothes and tossed themout the window."Get the FUCK OUT of my house you fucking skank whore!" Sydney yelled attop of her lungs. Megan leaped from the.