" was written on the box in boldletters.Angela eyed it. "I didn't know we were doing presents this year. Ithought Europe was our present to each other..." Well I had a special surprise present last year. I couldn't very wellgo without one this year," Lisa said. "I have a reputation to uphold,after all."Angela sighed. "Now I'll owe you again, and we know how that went lastyear." He ripped open the package and looked inside the box. He staredfor a long minute, completely still and silent. Then he. After that I began to notice my wife’s whole demeanor changed. She started swearing a lot; every other word out of her mouth was fuck, asshole, or bitch. She began to drink a lot at home and on occasion you could smell the aroma of pot around the house. She began wearing clothing only a biker chick would wear. Tight cut off shorts showing half her ass, black leather bras, black nylons, leather vests and very tight denim jeans. Even in public she was dressing like a biker’s slut. What happened. I thought, ‘Here it comes. He is going to stop this and our plan will be dead.’Before I could ask him again Debbie spoke up, “Jim, dear, please sit and I will have them send you in when we are done. Relax and have another beer.” Jim went to the kitchen and got a beer and sat as she had told him to do.Cathy joined us and the three of us headed to the guest bedroom. When we got there, I had to ask, “Debbie, are you sure about this? Jim looked ill and I really think we should wait and have you. Then the orgasmic sensation started to build, from my stomach to my toes, I wrapped her panties over the tip of my cock, just in time as I started to pump my cum, the first ribbons landing on the crotch of her panties, where her pussy had been only a short time before.I woke the following morning her panties still in my hand. “jemmy, hurry up, the bus will be here soon, and before you go, will you put all the clothes in the hamper in to the machine”I got home early that afternoon, it was a.