Your mother planned this whole thing. NowI know you are looking at me differently. I can see why that wouldhappen. I still love you but your love for ...e has changed. I knowyour mother has worked on you about me and a person can only takeso much. First, let me say I am not going back to your mother's.You can do what you want, she is your mother. Secondly, I want outof these dresses! I don't care what your mother says or wants butI am not going to continue wearing dresses. You can do what. We were staring at each other all the way through. Until finally she got up and signaled me to follow as she went through into the empty room next to ours. I got up and followed squeezing past hot dancing girls thinking I was trying to grind on them as they danced.I entered the room she went in. The door shut behind me and locked and before I had chance to turn around she was up against me, her red lips on mine tasting as sweet as ever. This time I was taking charge. I picked her up and slammed. “Have fun Bobbi, I know I will,” she said as she rubbed each of their crotches. I walked to the window and watched as my prim and proper legal secretary wife got in the cab of a pickup with two 20-year-old black guys. I was devastated and didn’t know what to do. “Lets me and you Wayne go out and have some fun,” Jeff proposed. Wayne was the other white guy. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable going out dressed, let’s just stay in the room and fool around. Jeff suggested we just ride around for. Hurry!"I could hear keys jingle as my husband found his door key. Running out of time as Jason hot-footed it up the stairs, I crammed my bra under the cushion of the seat and ran for the kitchen. Putting my shirt on I grabbed the kitchen towel next to the stove and tried to wipe off the worst of the spit on my lips, chin and tits. I was raising my voice to greet my husband as he entered the front door, while closing the first button of my shirt. Keeping my front to the stove, I buttoned the.