Shit. I felt like a five-star asshole. It was then than I felt tears spring to my eyes. It shocked me; crying was something I just didn’t do anymor...e. It wasn’t a pride thing or anything stupid, it was because I’d spilled enough tears for a lifetime when Lizzie had broken up with me two years before that. I had made it clear enough to Cassie that I was in love with Jenny and not her, hadn’t I? Well I thought I had. I tried to make it clear I was just helping her out. I pondered what would. Clearly, my new look was turning her on and seemed to be doing some nicethings to our marriage.Meanwhile, I can't say I was not affected by this transformation. Infact, I was loving it. The feel of the soft chemise and the freedom ofthe skirts was just exhilarating. The sound of my own anklets wasexciting me and every time I looked down my feet looked so pretty. Whatwas happening to me? It looked like I had a pretty girl hidden inside allthis while.That night, it wasn't a crude fuck that Rita. It was one of those jacked up four wheel drive jobs with tinted windows.As I approached the car I noticed that my wife was laying there with her hand on her chest and her legs spread wide. Her fingers had caught in her buttons and opened her shirt up, revealing some of her ample 38D bra covered breasts. Her skirt was riding up her legs and you could almost see her panties. I noticed the outline of a driver in the truck and I could only imagine that he was enjoying the view from the front seat. Did you agree to everything. Hell yes!"John, what the fuck is going on? You owe me a payment of $25 thousand this week, but you give me nothing, nothing mother fucker, and I want to tell you I'm really mad, more than you can believe."John and Ashley were just ready to go out for a happy night on the town. It was their fourteenth anniversary and they wanted to have a good time. They decided to dress tonight and they looked like an upscale Ken and Barbie.John was wearing the understated elegance.