. . how do you know all this?” “Elle told me.” For a moment they stood in their embrace looking into each other’s eyes. “You thought that...Frank has been cuckolding you, didn’t you?” Kate said breaking the silence. John nodded. “Silly boy,” she told him. “Frank isn’t cuckolding you?” There was silence between them for a few a few moments; an expectant silence. “Am . . . am I being cuckolded?” John asked finally. Kate looked at him for a moment. “What would you do if you were being. As the evening wore on, Helen was getting quite high and Larry, who was sitting next to Tracy, was getting bolder, rubbing her thigh, making Tracy laugh with rude jokes and innuendoes. I went to get more wine and when I returned they were kissing passionately. I was a bit miffed at missing out on getting to grips with the lovely Tracy but surprisingly found myself 'turned on' watching my wife being seduced by this older stranger. I just stood there as he lowered her top and fondled and then. Please leave.Then, I gave him a slip with a 2000 rupee note and smiled at him. He also acknowledged me with a smile and I returned to my home. On the slip, I had written asking him to come to my place if he wished to see the drama rehearsal himself, and I had mentioned my address.It was a Saturday and I was feeling pretty lazy. I wanted to feel completely feminine and have a full womanly experience, so I decided to wear my wife’s sanitary napkins. It was a different experience, so soft, and the. They wanted to get me dressed in a party dress and the four of us have aparty in our finished basement with JUST the three of us. This was sounusual and out of left field that I agreed. Ashley's mother owned andoperated a dress shop that specialized in the fancier dresses, flowergirl, brides maids, cocktail dresses, you know, stuff like that and shecould, and did, get dresses for the four of us. I think they were allbrides maid's dresses, I never, even to this day knew the differencebetween a.