I paused after each sawing stroke, listening to the snoring. It stayed the same. Inch-by-inch, my blade sliced downward, making my entrance into the t...nt.Finished, the cloth swayed, loose.I crept through the hole and crouched just inside. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her. I was dripping wet the whole day just anticipating seeing all of the breasts and pussies of my mom's friends, women I had been fantasizing about for a year or so, ever since I got the first urge to fuck everything with tits.And Marie was excited too, not because she had any great desire to see naked women, but rather because she liked to watch me jerk off."Geez," I said to her, "I wish we had a video camera. That way we could tape this thing and then watch it forever." Yeah," she said. "We'll. As I unlocked the door I looked at you, smiled and said “last chance”. You squeezed my hand. We walked inside and I kissed you again. Our tongues took on a life of their own, probing caressing, teasing. I felt you reach up and loosen my tie. I unzipped your dress. My jacket and tie fell to the floor then your dress fell into a black puddle around your ankles. I looked down at you and marveled. “God you’re beautiful” I said. You smiled and unbuttoned my shirt then slid. I felt if I was doing nothing but being a housekeeper and a wife to Lucy,not a husband.So if she wanted me do all the work a housekeeper and wife would do, thenwhy shouldn't I dress like one.It was a moment of complete anger and madness.I looked at the time, and knew that Lucy was not due home for at leastanother two or three hours, as she was going to work late that night.I convinced myself that it would be just a one off, nothing more, butdeep down I knew that if I started, I would carry on.I.