Anurgent, feverish heat filled my tummy: this was really happening, shewas going to make me dance in my underwear before a houseful of completestrange...s.I stared around the Parlour, heart thundering in my rib cage. The livingroom was a mass of babbling, wild-eyed housefraus. They were literallysquealing with delight, eyes shining with feral pleasure. This was oneshow they weren't going to miss. I felt surrounded, trapped, hemmed in."No, no, please no!" I cried, heart pounding in my throat,. Why? Fear. Because saying it out loud would confirm that these feelings were real, and not a fantasy. I mean, I was married and happy. He was, too. To go on this path would be stupid.The problem with trying to ignore feelings is that they often accumulate, and when it overflows, you can’t control it anymore. Within six months, my feelings for him were so intense that it affected my personal life. One day, I couldn’t stand it and confessed my feelings to him, not hoping for something, but only. "Nice to meet you Ted," I say but Ted's face is glued on Jennifer and doesn't even hear me. "Hey Jack, Fred, glad you could make it. I'm sorry for the short notice, but its been a surprising day," Jack just grunts at me and Fred only looks in my direction briefly before turning his glare back to Jennifer. "I see you guys found the key. How long have you been here?" I ask. "We got here about 15 minutes ago," Bob replies. "We were beginning to think you was pulling a joke on us and was. As I did, a sound from behind me caused me to look up into the mirror and I found Sue Ellen's husband, Frank, standing in the open door to my room, a leering grin on his face and lust in his eyes. He was in T shirt and boxers but had his cock sticking out and encircled by his stroking hand. And I might add, it was a very big cock at that. He stood there, slowly jacking himself as he watched me. It was his heavy breathing I'd heard that caused me to look up."Your moans attracted my attention,.