“Oh my God. Fuck fuck fuck,” she shouted as she reached for the volume button.She glanced around to see if anyone had heard. On her right was a bl...nde women in a silver Audi, who was laughing at her and raising her thumbs in approval. Suddenly a look of horror came over her face and she reached for her phone before frantically dialling a number.Christine could see the blonde gesticulating and pointing at her as she spoke to some unknown person. Christ, she thought, what was all that about.As. I would listen to her masturbate in the shower or in bed, until she convulsed in orgasm. I would confront her about it, and she would ignore me. I was tired of waiting, and tired of doing without. Honestly, I was madder than hell. I began to formulate ideas. Several came to mind. Some of these ideas would either make or break our marriage. First: I went to work in my basement shop. I took her newest and tightest girdle, a black one-piece, bra and long leg panty girdle. The “convenience”. We can beat traffic if we leave in an hour.’ I said, walking to my room to get packed. Around an hour later Erin came out of her room in a small T-shirt and very shorts that only came down to her mid-thighs. No doubt she had her bikini under there. ‘Lets go!’ She said happily as I got her and my suitcase. A few more minutes and we were on the road in my truck, listening to the radio. ‘Hey Mike, mind if I sleep on the way there?’ ‘No Problem, Have at it.’ Erin was fast asleep, Probably. I suffered through the congratulations, hoping to be gone as soon as possible. I found it difficult to smile and hug people knowing that I was going to be gone in a few hours.In the end I pretended I needed a piss and managed to escape. Going back to my house I pulled out some parchment and started writing a note.'Mum, Dad. I'm really sorry, but I'm going to Wessend. I know you and the elders keep saying that me and Jessie are perfect for each other, but it's just not going to work. We've tried.