It was long andmostly straight, and feeling it flutter around my head was ratherdistracting. My skin was soft and smooth, and I shuddered when I ran m...yhands over my new curves. I couldn't deny how sensitive I seemed to be. Imanaged to control myself a bit, but I knew I couldn't resist getting tothe more personal details for long.I can't really say why I didn't just dive in. I started up the showerinstead. I had to admit that I was freakishly curious, but at the sametime I hated to have that. The next day at work I could not get the previous night out of my mind. All day long I thought about the woman in the blue chair. When the workday was done, I drove home as usual. I did my usual routine of walking to the bar and having a few drinks with the guys but made it an early night. As soon as it started to get dark, I left the bar. I had my mind set on returning to that window. Tonight, I wanted to see the whole show.As soon as the sun set I returned to where I had been the night. They both stood in front of me, arms wrapped around each other and gently swaying to the seductive music. The man soon moved his hands down my wife’s curvy body, caressing her firm butt and pulling her dress up.Anita put her head back, as kissed her neck.I saw this stranger leaning on her firm tits, biting her hard nipples through the thin material of that sexy dress. Ana let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. He then unzipped the back of the dress and it slipped off her soft shoulders and. Placing one hand on my cheek, he slapped me hard three more times, “No It’s not” he said louder. “Whore” I cried out. Again he slapped my face hard sending me off a bit towards the floor. “Its whore” I cried out in desperation. For a second he looked at me, “What are you?’ he now asked. “I’m a whore” and again his hand went across my face. “What are you?” again he asked, “I’m a whore” I started, “I’m your whore” I added softly. He now looked over at Jon who had followed me into the bedroom,.