Embarrassment and separation

As the three all seemed to freeze in place trying to figure out how to deal with the unexpected situation, the only motion was the widening of their eyes as they dare not even take a breath; a cricket chirping in the distance was the only sound to fill the room.

The first to venture movement was Lou turning his head around to confirm the voice was indeed Molly. Upon seeing her face, he turned back around and proceeded to stand up off the bed. Turning to say something to her, two realizations passed through his mind as he saw the growing rage on her face: glancing down to avoid her glare showed her exposed nipples & mound causing him to hide his eyes as he mumbled “sorry”, only to realize his own exposure as he apologized again, “sorry,” and reached down to stuff his shrinking member into his pants and zip them up.

Molly’s brain finally kicked back into gear as she saw Lou turn away from her and try to shield his eyes cluing her in that something was wrong with her. Looking down at herself, she could see the robe resting outside her breasts exposing her whole body. Pulling her robe close quickly just re-emphasized the situation she had placed her own body in as the airflow from her closing robe ran over her wet mound and thighs cooling their heat dramatically.

Even though Lou stood up from the bed, Paul was still having problems processing everything going on. His mouth was still opened wide in total surprise as he continued to stare at his wife trying to figure out what it all meant and how the hell to fucking deal with this. Her attire didn’t even register as he was still trying to figure out how to explain the coating of cum still lining his mouth, why he was in this low-cut dress, or if she even saw why his asshole was still gaping. Hell, he was still trying to process everything he did and why, or even how much he enjoyed it or how to even talk to her about it or even what it all meant.

Lou looked back down at his stunned, feminized friend and he wasn’t sure how to even address this. What possessed him to lose control and take advantage of her? He knew she was probably drunk, but tried to use the lame excuse that she obviously wanted it and he cursed himself for even considering it. He knew she was in an ‘open’ relationship, but obviously that wasn’t completely true either as her partner was clearly not okay with this. Lou was debating his fight or flee instincts to get past the frozen partner, but this was never a situation he told himself he would put himself in as he saw Molly take an aggravated step towards Vyki. Part of him wanted to step in and protect her, but he knew that wasn’t right. Part of him wanted to try to explain things, but Molly didn’t look like she was wanting details. Unfortunately, this was all too much for his already tired and taxed brain to process, and the need to just extradite himself from the situation, much to his own embarrassment. Looking down at Vyki, he could only mutter a final “sorry” as he stepped behind Molly and left the way they came in.

Not even turning her gaze from Paul, Molly just waved her hand at Lou and said “thanks” as she closed the distance to the bed feeling all sorts of conflicting, violated, and angry emotions.

Paul, however, saw his protective partner for the evening skate out and while he couldn’t blame him, he looked to the gun safe to the side and realized Lou still had the only key to it. Shouting out he yelled, “wait, Daddy! Er Lou!!!” as he tried to get off the bed and run after him to get his release.

Molly was not about to let him go anywhere and firmly pushed him back on the bed, yelling as if she were dealing her errant teenage daughter “hold it right there, ‘missy’!” ‘Was her husband even in this lady’s body?’ she thought as she heard his foreign voice and trying to chase after ‘her’ man like some lovesick schoolgirl.

“But...” Paul tried to argue as he heard the front door close indicating Lou was already heading out and was shoved back down by a now rageful looking Molly and a redness in her eyes he hadn’t ever seen in her eyes.

“Shut it, Paul! I don’t want to hear it,” Molly started as she began her tirade, “we’ve always had one rule above all others in our relationships and it was that we came first. And part of that was that we never have one of our lovers over to our home without the other’s consent first!! And we NEVER have sex with them while our spouse is here; at least not without them involved. Cucking was always way out of bounds for either of us.”

Paul suddenly realized what she had meant and how he had violated their home and her trust in a way deeper than having sex. He opened his mouth to try to figure out how to explain something, but she quickly continued on her rampage.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this thing about being with a guy, but that’s not that bad; just didn’t know that about you. We always knew that our relationship was unconventional, and we had to take extra precautions to protect it. And here I am down with a migraine, and I catch you getting your slut on with our friend!!! In my home!!!! And don’t EVEN try to consider throwing any shade on him! You and I both know how much of a boy scout Lou is; you had to have been instigating it in some way. Hell, did you send everyone home early just so you could be with him?? I know he doesn’t drink; you could have at least respected me enough to go to a hotel or something. Hell, did he even know it's you?? Were you trying to live out some sort of latent fantasy you didn’t tell me about??? You know we’ve done wild shit over the years and I’ve been willing to listen to anything & try most anything at least once, but if you’ve been lying to him to get into this, that’s just cruel to him as well!!”

Paul shook his head violently and tried to speak up a simple “No,” but Molly was in too much over her ‘mad mom’ mode at this point throwing back to her days of dealing with her wild daughter.

“And would you cut it out with the damn voice? I get we were going for the ‘sexy slut’ and everything but this discussion really needs to be with my husband!”

Paul looked at her very timidly and ventured out a simple, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? You feel like you’re in a slutty dress, so you have to sound sexy?? I know it's odd because you don’t dress up much, but you get used to your attire not exactly matching your mood. I can’t tell you the times I’m sure there was some coworker or client getting an upskirt look at me while commando at work, but I kept up my professional demeanor because I knew I couldn’t disappoint you and break into some quiet submissive, so just buck up and talk to me in your normal voice.”

Frustrated, Paul knew she was on the high ground, and he wanted to capitulate, but she had to understand it was unintentional at this point. Paul could see no other way to do it other than just toss it out quickly and hope she will comprehend it. “I can’t change my voice because I used a spray to adjust my voice and it lasts for hours; I wanted to be convincing, but my voice is going to be like this for at least another hour or more.”

“A magical spray did this to you?” Molly responded incredulously.

“No,” Paul muttered frustrated slapping the bed next to him not realizing how much of a petulant teenager, “it was a side effect of some **** and Katie’s costume supplier sent it to me when I mentioned I couldn’t get my voice right.”

“Well, I guess you lucked out there, babe,” Molly chided sarcastically. “At least get that crap off you so we can deal with the fallout of all this shit. I need to go take another pill before this migraine comes back from all this stress.”

As Molly turned to leave, Paul knew he had to relate more to her, but didn’t dare move from the spot she had shoved him in, “I can’t.”

Molly froze with her hand on her head, still able to smell her own juices from earlier and simply said, “what?” as she turned to look at him.

“I can’t take this off,” Paul said. Seeing Molly’s pained confusion, he clarified, “well, the dress and panties, but that’s it.”

Molly just looked at him and nodded her head in pain waiting for yet another shoe in the wardrobe to fall, “not really interested in having the debate with my husband as a naked woman, so tell me why you can’t do anything other than strip for me?”

“Well, its not that,” Paul said seeing her pained expression just hearing her talk. He took a step over to the gun cabinet, as he turned back to her, “the stuff to get me out if it is in the safe.”

Molly looked at him confused as to why its in a ‘gun safe’, but why not just open it, gesturing at it she mentions through gritted teeth, “then open it.”

“I can’t,” Paul says matter-of-factly as Molly screams out, “I’M TIRED OF THAT PHRASE!! Do NOT tell me ‘I can’t’ again, bitch!!!!”

Molly and Paul both knew she stepped over a line in her mom mode, but that really can be forgiven at this point with everything she’s been through and the growing headache, “sorry, just tell me why.”

“Lou has the only key to it,” Paul said distinctly.

“Why does he have the only key?”

“I gave it to him for safe keeping when we went out.”

Molly felt there was a story and half growing here and she just did not have patience, energy, or endurance to deal with it at the moment.

“Alright, fine. Follow me, girly,” Molly said padding out of the bedroom towards the front door. Paul quickly followed after her. Hearing his stilettos click on the floor surprised Molly a bit. As she looked over her shoulders at his shoes, she was surprised to see the short skirt swinging so much and his effortless movement. Looking at him she just shook her head as he shrugged his shoulders at her.

Reaching the front all, she sees Paul’s phone on the counter on the way out. “Call Lou and ask him to bring the keys back here and let him know there is no ill towards him.”

Taking the phone from his wife, Paul replies with a simple “K” as he uses his manicured fingers on the touch screen, they can’t ignore the clicking. Hearing the phone ring several times, they were worried it would go to voicemail, but finally Lou picked up:

“Hello?”

“Hi, Lou,” Paul started, “I’m really sorry to put you in that position. It wasn’t fair and I’m sorry I didn’t think more of how you’d be affected by it. And I would normally let you have your space & not bug you, but you have the key to my safe & I need it to get out of this stuff.”

Rustling around in his pockets, he finds the mentioned key, “oh, ya.”

Hearing the keys jingle, Paul is relieved he’s found it & has it. “Great! Could you bring it back by?”

“Normally I would, baby girl, but I’m so tired I nearly veered off the road. I stopped off at the motel off the highway to get a nap. I got a new job in the morning I can’t be late for.”

Molly was standing there listening to it all and she spoke up, “perfect! Text your girl back the details and the little slut will be by to get what’s hers. Bye!” As she hung up the phone. Molly was probably feeling a bit vindictive but felt this was the perfect payment for Paul as he’s apparently already been out, he can just drive there in his dress, get the key, come back get cleaned up, and then they can have a ‘chat’ about it all.

“Wait, what?” Paul said as she dragged him to the door.

Pulling his car keys off the rack, she placed them in his hand, “go drive out to your boyfriend, get the key, and then come back.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Paul said incredulously.

“Fine ‘Daddy’; whatever your relationship is,” Molly said as she opened the door and began pushing him through, “I need to go take another mild pill to hopefully stop this migraine you’ve reignited. We’ll talk more when you get back.” Waving at her dress-clad husband, she closed the door and locked it behind him.