I sometimes questioned the judgment of that decision but I was determined to make it the right one. Now it was all for naught. She was gone and you c...an’t fathom how much it gnawed at me to know that this sexual deviant was walking the streets a free man. I knew that she and the other young girls in the neighborhood were drawn to the artistic lifestyle at his home studio. What I didn’t know at that time was that my neighbor was a registered and convicted sex offender. He was also mildly. She told him not to worry as they were to just try on to see which ones suited me, she poured us both more bubbly and told me to come with her into the changing rooms.We picked out my first outfit and I was told to strip off to my underwear so that Stacie could fix my hair and makeup. I thought it strange that I had to strip off, but I accepted it very easily.Oh my god, while she was doing it she kept brushing her arm against my tits which made my nipples tingle so much. I didn't feel awkward. "I would have preferred to go hide in the basement, maybe hand launder someof my wife's delicate lingerie like I so frequently had to do. Butwithout any other choice, I went toward the living room, walking carefullyon my heeled slippers, hating the way they made my legs more shapely andgave me a more girlish gait. My cheeks got warm as I got there and sawwhat was waiting for me. The sofa, couch and several chairs were alloccupied by pretty young women like my wife. Every one of them. We’ve been talking for a few weeks. We both now know the problem and we think we have the solution.“What problem?” asked Ron, almost fearfully.“You know I love you darling,” Ron’s wife told him, “and I know you love me, but you love someone else more. That can hurt. A lot. It’s only because of the situation that I have been able to not let it hurt me.”“And you know I love you too,” Giny’s husband spoke softly. “I love you very very much. But I knew a long time ago you were not in love with me.