If Christian thought that a simple sorry was going to placate Serena he was very much mistaken. She was enjoying messing with his head, making him unsure what was fact and what was just his own paranoid fantasies. In fact, Serena was finding the situation more than just enjoyable, she was becoming aroused. The familiar tingling sensations were sparking between her legs, and the perverse feeling of being naked beneath her skirt and the strange empty feeling in her rear added to the reaction.<br/><br/>Serena glared at Christian in the way she did when she was seriously pissed off. “You didn’t answer me…” she as she moved directly in front of him. “Just … what… is it... do you... think... I’ve... been... doing?” she demanded, poking Christian in the chest with the deliberate delivery of each part of the question. Her reaction appeared to catch her husband off guard, not expecting his wife to force the issue.<br/><br/>Serena continued her assault. “So my hair is a little ruffled and my skirt a little creased. I guess that surely means I’ve been fooling around doesn’t it!”. She emphasized the sentence by pushing Christian firmly backward. “Oh yeah!... I get a short skirt, a push-up bra, and high heels and I instantly become a nymphomaniac!” Serena hissed, again pushing Christian backward before continuing her rant. “You want to know what I’ve been doing?... Well, now I’m a nympho I can’t keep my hands off men… Oh Yeah, that’s right !... I got to church and just had to have some action… Farther O'Brien couldn’t keep his hands off me, not with me dressed like this! ...After all, we all know what perverts the ministers of the Catholic church are… And you know what?... It was so good, doing it in the church, he bent me over in the confession box and had his wicked way with me...Hell, next week I’m doing all the boys in the choir!”.<br/><br/>By now Christian had been backed up against the chair where he had been previously sitting. He looked punch drunk, his wife delivering blow after blow of suggestions that he thought her incapable of. Serena was breathing heavily now. Her glare had turned to look of contempt.<br/><br/>(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/3ArhwVaMqr0/hqdefault.jpg)<br/><br/>A cruel smile spread across her lips before she said: “And seeing I’m such a sex-crazed slut, it can’t say much about you if I have to go looking for it elsewhere!”. She gave a final shove that caused Christian to topple back and fall back into the chair. He then watched his wife leave the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.<br/>