. I could smell her arousal... and the scent of cum.... The next song came up, it was a slow song.. Her husband came up to us "Can I borrow your wife ...or a dance..?", he asked. "Of course, if I can borrow yours...", I said. I took her in my arms and held her close to me for a slow dance. She whispered in my ear.."I'm still leaking...", "I can smell it....", She looked at me, her face flushed... "People will smell it.... what will they think of me..?" I told her that people might think her. " Oh Mary, I'm really not sure, the Prom is just a massive waste of time, money and effort." Don't ever let me hear you say that again, the Prom is the most important night of our lives so far, we have to attend." Oh shit, you're serious aren't you, why are you buying into this 'American Dream' shit, we live in England, we have School Discos not Proms." Do you want me to drop you? Without me you're nothing girl, now hurry up and get dressed. No no no, not that bra, your tits need all the help. But the one thing she has never done for me that I have always wanted is to see her with another man. I know before we married she fucked anybody and everybody but since we have been married she has been pretty much with me. She has had others, we have an open marriage. Not very often. But I want her to fuck other men with me joining in. It is good that she will once in a blue moon go out and fuck a stranger and then come home, tell me all about it and let me clean her up and fuck her. But I. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich bitch just can’t get through her fucking day without yelling at some poor schmuck for something they didn’t even fucking do. Finally, I thought, if she points that perfect little finger at me one more time... and then I saw red. Or actually lilac, since she jabbed her.