CHAPTER 10 - Deception; the practice of deliberately making someone believe things that aren’t true

Ellen touched up her makeup, explaining why it was important. George always thought that women used makeup to help them look pretty; he was now told it was all part of the seduction game.

"Now let’s get back in there the night is still young."

A broken man, George turned to the mirror to freshen his lipstick. He was in turmoil, so autopilot took over and he did the lipstick thing too.

Satisfied he had repaired his lipstick; he followed his wife out of the bathroom and made his way back to his date.

Doing his best to ignore Ellen and hoping to annoy her, he voluntarily hopped into Flip’s lap like he was about to tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas and wrapped his arms around his head. Then said loud enough for everyone at the table to hear with his best Spanish accent, "ven aquí amante" which as only Ellen knew roughly translates into ‘Come here lover.’

Ellen’s eyes went wide and then narrowed, she was almost paralyzed with rage. If he wanted to play games, she was determined to show Heather how a real woman treats her man.

Todd let Ellen slide in and sat alongside her once more. He leaned close and gave her a long deep kiss. She put one hand on his muscular thigh and stroked it through his tight pants, moving closer and closer to his crotch. George could see the familiar bulge growing there, it was obvious she was a willing and enthusiastic partner. George was jealous as hell, but he was in no position to do anything about it. Except follow her lead and drive Flip crazy. He nibbled on Flip’s ear all the while keeping one eye on Ellen and Todd.

Todd took a swallow of his beer and gave his date another kiss, to which she responded with passion. Todd set down his drink on the table to free up both hands. He brought his left up to encase her plump breast. He kneaded the yielding flesh and she closed her eyes and moaned so loud a couple at a neighboring table looked over. His other hand disappeared somewhere up Ellen’s skirt.

George was furious at what he was witnessing. He sat there and stewed before deciding to fight fire with fire. A decision he would live to regret. He kissed Flip with as much passion he could muster and wiggled his ass into Flip's hard manhood. All the while trying to watch his wife out of the corner of his eye. Ellen for her part, between sessions of tongue wrestling, would steal surreptitious glances at her feminized husband. She could see was on the right track, she was getting to him.

George was so angry at his wife that he was determined to show her who was the bigger tramp. He and his date necked like horny teenagers, between downing several shots. George surprised himself as he could feel himself getting excited.

Flip’s hands started to wander again. George was alright with a quick boob feel and an occasional squeeze on his butt. It was when Flip’s hand ended up on his thigh and tried to move north for the third time that Heather clamped his legs together to discourage this exploration. A quick glance across the table revealed Ellen was lost in ecstasy as it appeared, she was being finger fucked by her date. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Ending his make out session, he thanked Flip in his best feminine sounding Spanish for a fun evening, pushed his way out of the both and headed for their room as fast as he could in the damn high heels. Before he got out of the bar. he heard Ellen howl, "Wait Heather!" He stopped hoping she wanted to go with him. What he got broke his heart, she merely said, "You forgot your purse." That did it and he stormed out into the cool night air.

He heard the group laughing lightly as he headed off, leaving Ellen in the bar with her date. He figured avoidance was the only way to deal his feelings. Both his reaction to the man’s kiss and his disturbing response to seeing his wife in the intimate embrace of another man created an emotional overload.