As a street whore I would wear a super-short skirt, a puffy coat, boots or comfortable pumps, pantyhose if he was into tearing them open that night, b...t usually stockings and garter belts, and a cheap tight top. I looked at little too authentic, and what he called "a perfect whore." This street-whore play was relatively tame for the first ten times or so. We used roads in west L.A. and then open parking in nice residential neighborhoods while I serviced Darrin as if he was a client. He would. I did agree to visit again on Saturday morning when Suzie would be there. Hazel gave me a loving hug and kiss before she drove me home.Tired as I was from the exertions of the day, sleep eluded me. The humid, thundery weather didn't help but it was more that my mind continually recalled, examined, re-examined and extrapolated on the events of the day and the results of what was a series of remarkable coincidences. Terry, Tom's father and a close friend of mine, died suddenly and knowing I'd. My glass was nearly empty so I fetched another beer in from the kitchen. By the time I'd returned they were already kissing. I sat down fully aware of the pounding in my chest and of my racing pulse. No! Don't let me have a heart attack. Not now, please! But it was just the excitement of the moment. In front of my very eyes, no more than a few feet away, my beautiful wife was about to have sex with her lover!Carl's hand was already gently caressing Kelly's left breast. Her hand was touching his. .. Family bonding was apparently her chosen ploy for enticing me to share girl time with my new step mom.At s*******n and having a sexually hot ‘new momma’ in your house after several years of a free reign as the number one piece of eye candy in the home and street caused the jealous piqué to surge through me like an estrogen shot. Here was competition and I didn’t like it. Mary-Anne, my dad’s new wife; dressed hot, took time over her makeup and her body fitness. She was that toned in the right.