Not in a million years," I said firmly."So you don't really love me then," she said."If letting some other guy fuck my wife is part of love, then I gu...ss I don't," I snapped."Beth, maybe you should stay away from Marge," I said.I turned off the light and rolled over to the edge of the bed. Beth put her arm around me, but I shook it off. She tried to roll over and snuggle up to me and I got out of bed and went to the couch.The next morning, for the first time since we were married, we didn't. .now we have to workon your hair."Russ was studying to be a hairdresser. He thought that was one of thebiggest reasons people in his school thought he was gay. However, inthis situation it would serve him well.I had kept my brown hair pretty long as was the style. It was down tomy neck and shoulders. Russ sat me down in a chair and started workingon my hair. "Don't worry, everything I do can be changed back to makeyou look normal."He did some trimming and tugging and curling. I couldn't see. All the time my hands were active, stroking and playing with Ellen's legs and thighs.One man in particular was watching us. He was older perhaps in his 60's and his wife was obviously 20 years his junior. I brushed the small napkin off of Ellen's lap and told her to pick it up, leaning over as far as she could to ensure he got a good look at her breasts. As she bent over to pick up the napkin you could see his eyes riveted to her breasts as the loose top fell forward, all of her breasts, down. She whirled and in one motion threw her arms and legs around me. Her hug squeezed the air out of me. ‘I love my husband,’ she cried. ‘I love my husband.’ I could barely breathe. She squeezed me harder. My God she’s strong. Who did she love? ‘Is that me?’ I gasped. Her grip relaxed. My ribs thanked her. ‘Is that me?’ I asked again. Dory’s mouth pressed against my ear. ‘I love you, my husband,’ she murmured. I took that in. All the way in. All the way into my soul. It was liberation. Dory.