He was a big manand very strong."Ok! Enough! Both you bitches do as I say!" he growled."I wanna see a show. You both know I got a thing for women w...aringnylons so I wanna see my women put on a show just for me!" Frankiesnatched up a bottle of bourbon and drank directly from the bottle.Michelle and Rita looked at each other and realised that Frankie meantbusiness.Rita nodded her consent to Michelle; they had made out with each otherbefore so what was the difference? Michelle nodded back."Ok. The kisses were so sweet, and so soft, it almost made me cry. I had missed that in a relationship. Sure enough, both of us went right to sleep."Lips were kissing mine. How nice. More kisses, and I could feel someone lying up against me. My mind rocketed back to the loving embraces of my earlier marriage. It was Shirley's voice that brought me to reality, "You are so snuggly, Mark. I love the way we hugged all night long."I opened my eyes and gazed upon Shirley mature face. She really didn't. Once the alarm of the moan wore off I found myself in my parents room astonished at what I found. It was the circumstantial evidence proving what I had feared most. The dress my mom had worn that day was tossed haphazardly at the pillow of the made bed. The covers were seemingly in place but also ruffled in a way that made it certain someone or something had moved them. A beige bra was discarded to the side of the bed furthest from the shower door. A pair of black thong panties were hanging. More and more she had been fantasizing about other people in bed, so I was intrigued to know what she had in mind. It wasn’t that surprising, one Friday night, for me to come home to find her sitting with a glass of wine, wearing a dress that I had bought for her. Well, a ‘dress’ I’d bought it for one of our fantasies in the bedroom. It was slightly sheer and tight at the bottom, barely covering her ass, and loose at the top, with a deep scoop neck. If she wasn’t wearing a bra - and she wasn’t.