Elaine started looking through the outfits, ignoring me for the time being. Taking the time to look around I notice about 10 other women in the store....I over hear a sales woman telling a customer that indeed this outfit is easy to remove when you dance. It seems that the local strippers use this store.Elaine chose three outfits for a French Maids outfit, a schoolgirl outfit, a hooker's uniform, for me to try on. She hands them to me then points at an open changing room. I grab the outfits and. Hubby won't be home for a couple of hours yet and there's no way I can possible wait that long. The fifteen minute drive and its stop & go traffic enrages me. I need to get home. Don't they know my panties are soaked?!?I whip into the driveway at startling speed, grab my purse and rush into the house. I drop my bag by the door and head to the bedroom, leaving a line of clothes in my wake. Shoes, jeans bunched in a pile, my blouse tossed on the couch, bra on the floor, my very wet panties on the. But he had been hell in bed, and he kept her sexually satisfied except during his affairs. She had walked out several times in the last couple of years, and this cruise had been a sort of last gasp for their marriage. Even on the small ship, he had led her into the same old arguments."Christ, you were practically drooling over that guy. It looked to me like you were ready to rape him right on the dance floor." His words had been quietly bitter as they tried to not wake Danny. She retorted, less. She keep asking if im ok? i said yes. she seems to be excited about it but hesitating to keep telling other details until she is really convinced im ok with it. so i add on. i told her. make sure she get a fuck buddy that she can trust and not talk about it in town. i told her its hard for her to know the guys true colors till she allow him to get into her pants. she agreed. then she ask me. what if it is someone i know? do i mind? i pretend to be guessing and i ask her. is it Mark? i didnt.