But the one who'd looked down at my crotch would sometimes ask if I was still married. And tell me to let her know if that changed.But the real mix up...hadn't happened so far, but we'd gone to a car show out of town one weekend. We'd stayed at a really nice hotel and had a hot tub in our room and Lynn had bought some new outfits, so we took a bunch of pictures both in our room and at the car show. As well as some of Lynn exposing herself in a few public places with people walking behind her not. “Please Chad, don’t let me…”“No Joe!” I fumed shaking my head. “We’ve danced around this subject for a little over three-hours. I deserve the truth.”He looked me square in the eye and nodded his head a couple of times. “Ok Chad. You’re right. You do deserve the truth.” There was a brief pause then Joe sighed, “Here goes nothing…”Chapter 11Listening to the rain pelt away outside like it was tap dancing to the roar of the thunder and lightning all that ran through my mind was the scene from. They kept trying to distract my attention from the dance floor and my wife.I knew the situation was out of control when my wife’s bra was flung across the dance floor and landed not too far from me and the other men. The place erupted with cheers, and Tammie ate it up.I sat and watched in horror as a man put his arms around Tammie’s middle from behind and mauled her breasts. I was surprised that she didn’t push him away, or try to break his grip on her, or anything. She let it happen like it. As a teenager I felt a little uncomfortable going in there because you don't shop there for casual clothes. For one thing, the brassieres are designed to show, not cover, and they aren't all that comfortable to wear for any extended period of time. That was all right, the average woman buying a bra there really had no intention of wearing it for very long. The same with a lot of other things, though they had better stockings than you could find in the mall.Fortunately for me the company sold a.