I handed her the glass of wine and she took gulp verses a sip. She must have had a hard day at work. What seemed liked hours of conversation was reall... only maybe forty minutes. My friend had his third beer and my wife had her second drink with me acting as the server. Little did I know that later I would be serving my wife to my friend? We all spoke about how we use to go out together when he was married. Since then my friend has been divorced, remarried and divorced a second time. His life. She got out a couple of pairs of the girl’s pants they bought last night, two blouses with sleeves that puffed out, two pair of girl’s sandals and two pair of panties.“OK. Dress in these. Choose your outfit.”Henry made a dash for the white pants. I went for the plain panties. “Good. This is fun, now we have which pair of panties each of you is going to wear, and which pair of pants. The sandals are the same the blouses are a little different. I guess I’ll let one of you choose the blouse. "No, Elaine, no blackmail. But I am going to go see my attorney and draw up a little something, should we decide to divorce. I think you'll like it, but I have to run it by him first. I've got some ideas where we can both get what we need without a long, drawn-out battle. I'll let you know once I have his approval. Does that sound fair enough for you?" "I have to ask you something, Vic," said Elaine. "Are you seeing someone?" "Yes, Elaine, I am, although we just met recently. You really didn't. Taking a moment to gently kiss her neck. “I...I don’t know. Because those men simply took me. Abusing me for their pleasure. This time it’s my choice to be here. I choose to be with you.” She answers. Sounding more confident as she works her way through her statement. I pull away from her a bit. “Servant or no, I will never force you into this.” She pushes back against me and pulls my face to hers. Pressing her cute kissable lips to mine. Our tongues dance together for a moment. Reminding me.