I had shuddered at the thought that Bobwould be expected to join their ranks at the next meeting. I wasdetermined that my Bob would not follow this ex...mple. My husband wouldpresent the image of a confident, cheerful, attractive, proper woman;in short, he would reflect the very image of the true Tupperwareladies.These thoughts in mind, the following month I set out to Hathaway's, myvery favorite women's clothing shop. I would like to say that I boughtall of my own clothes at the Hathaway's, but. She was screaming coz of pain and was trying to push me back. Poor baby was getting badly hurt.I took it out and applied some lube, and tried again. Though it was still paining she was ready to take my dick in. After a couple of tries, the dick went in and I started fucking her slowly.The pain turned into pleasure. I could hear her moaning now. I steadily increased my pace and so her moaning. She started curling up bed sheets and was screaming and moaning… “nandu… wow… Godddd. Ahhhh… c’mon. No one took note in his answer, as they had already switched topic in the conversation. Jim was amazed he sat there naked, and that no one was making too much of a big deal about it. He was not comfortable, but being able to listen to them talk about other things made it easier for him to silence his mind.After half an hour the oven timer went off. "Oh! I forgot about the brownies! Jim, come help!" Lilly cheerfully requested. Jim wanted to tell her he was in no shape to be moving around, but. She just said, "That's a lot, that's a lot." I told her to think about the future, that it would be a few months but that from that moment on our social position would change for the better. That the effort was worth it. She went into our room and started crying. It was a sad night for everyone.The next morning when I got up, opening a closet to take out my clothes, I saw a bag on the floor with what looked like a bra sticking out of it. I inspected it quietly and saw that it was underwear from.