Damn near naked

Glenn’s jaw hit the ground. He couldn’t believe what was before his eyes. Meanwhile Gregory’s lecherous expression broadened into a wicked smile as he spoke, “now that’s an outfit!”

Glenn’s expression turned into rage, “Maggie? What. What are you wearing??? Gregory, stop staring at my wife!”

Maggie continued to walk towards Gregory and stopped short as he came up to her side slipping his arm naturally around her. Maggies eyes slowly looked to Glenn, “don’t you like my outfit?”

Glenn looked shocked, “no! No it’s not that! But. But in front of HIM?!”

Maggie looked up towards Gregory who still had his arm around her, “why Glenn. I’m dressed like this for Him. Not you”.

Gregory’s smile broadened showing his teeth as his other hand casually squeezed Maggie’s breast. The soft Fabric offered little resistance and Maggie let out a small moan at the touch.

At this point people were looking at the interaction taking place. The men were focused on what Maggie was wearing, or lack there of. She had a hot pink matching set of underwear. The bra was frilly with lots of lace and little else, and the panties were essentially see through thong (a small wet mark already marred the perfect surface). Maggie had a pair of Sandals with thin white stockings that rose to mid thigh and had small pink bows on the backside, just below Maggie’s voluptuous ass. Her hair was done into two pigtails to complete the ‘innocent’ look. While seeing this outfit the women huddled into groups and weren't able to hide their contempt for Maggie’s outfit. The words ‘whore’, ‘slut’, and ‘fuck toy’ were being said in hushed tones.

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Maggies expression came back to Glenn and never wavered. Glenn’s horror only grew as he couldn’t understand how this had happened. Why was Maggie doing this? Why was she letting a disguising creature that’s so old he could be her father touch her in such a way? Glenn felt tears begin to develop near his eyes and had to look away.

Gregory let out a barking laugh at the site of Glenn’s tears. But Maggie’s sweet sultry voice interrupted it, “Glenn. Glenn what’s the matter?”

Glenn’s voice came out in ragged **** sobs, “you. You and. And him… HIM. Wha. What about us? I. I thought we were together?”

Maggies expression looked confused and she pondered how to respond.