I wonder, can you remember my real name without looking back? No? Well, my name is Barry.I know that most of you despise me. You keep reading because ...ou want to see how far I will be humiliated before I snap. I know that some of you reading this transfer the ire you feel for your own husbands and heap it onto my shoulders.You guys out there (I know there are some, perhaps the enlightened ones who have read the story so far), don’t be complacent. You may find yourself either caged, displaced. "Yeah." Come on," she said, "Let's go find dinner."We had dinner at a small place in Greenwich Village and then took the bus home. At her place I lounged on the sofa. Martha plopped into the fluffy old easy chair beside her small fireplace, an unusable, thickly whitewashed relic of what her neighborhood used to be."What'll we do tonight? It's not even eight o'clock and I didn't make plans for tonight because I wanted you to have a night to call the shots. You know your way around the city a. ” Actually I’d made sure it was sheer enough to be able to just see the red panties and bra through it when there wasn’t any back light at all. She took out the bra and panties and held them up to look at, “Honey, I can’t wear this with Ginger and Eric. It’ll show through the dress.” My wife who has been a stripper and has lovers actually started to blush. I thought it was so damn cute! “Maybe a little,” I told her, “But you’ll look so nice.” Actually, I meant sexy. “And I bought them just for. I was assigned the job of providing broadband to the entire PG as I scanned across the infrastructure of the building for wires and router installations. I couldn’t help but notice some hot chicks in several rooms in their careless sexy night dresses. I was surprised to see some group of girls boozing and smoking in a couple of rooms. I saw some girls watching porn too. I was kind a excited with the environment. I continued with my work and I had to help my boys tie a wire on the roof of a.