When we got to her place she got changed and we started listening to more music at her place. Seemed like a lot of sexual tension in the air. I mean w...e both knew where we wanted this to go but neither one of us seemed to want to take the first step. Until Nikki said "What are we doing here?" I couldn't seem to get any words out of my mouth. "What about your wife?" "That's been over for quite sometime" was my reply. By this time she had gotten up and walked about 20 feet away and I think she was. She just laughed but here is what I imagined happened.I saw her go over and start talking with him and saw a big grin come on his face and him nodding his head yes. Then saw him take out his phone and knew she was giving him her #. When she came back she told me I might have to leave for a while later in the evening. I asked her if he was going to fuck her, She just grinned and said we would see. Later that afternoon she got a phone call and after she hung up she told me I might want to go. He picked up a french maid outfit and handed it to me. I turned to go to the changing room when he said "You can change here." I looked at him in disbelief. It was bad enough having to model the outfits without having to change in front of everyone. "Now slut unless you want me to whip your arse."I took the pink babydoll off and put the maid outfit on. They commented on my body, asked my husband about how he used me and talked about what they would like to do to me. It was so degrading. I. Should I really be doing this? The thoughts swirled around in my brain as I tried to find a reason why I shouldn’t continue, but I had nothing to return to.By the time I reached Tennessee, I noticed an immediate change in the driving dynamics. Tennessee drivers reminded me of those I found in Massachusetts and New Jersey. I was absolutely frightened by cars whizzing by me and stealing that little bit of buffer space I liked to have between myself and the vehicle in front of me.Finally, a sign.