"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Michael pleaded, having just gotten home from the Hudson and finding his wife crying on the sofa. "I didn't think Dick would be like that."

"What did you tell him?" Jen cried, tears running down her cheeks. "He said you said I was divorced."

"I did, but only because I wanted him to think he might have a chance with you. I didn't think he'd be that aggressive."

Michael kissed away the tears on Jen's cheeks. "I'm so sorry, honey." He kissed his wife's face repeatedly, apologizing again and again, kissing her again and again.

Michael kissed Jen's lips, and then kissed under her chin, and then down her neck. He returned to her cheeks, lightly kissing again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her over and over.

Soon his kisses went from tenderness to passionate. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he kept saying, but his kisses became more urgent and probing. As he kissed her, his hands cupped her breasts. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said.

"No, Michael, no," Jen protested, pushing her husband away.

"Please, let me," Michael begged, unbuttoning his wife's blouse and snaking a hand inside. He cupped her small breasts over her bra. "Please," he pleaded, kissing her neck and lips, kneading her breasts. He had watched it all. Watched as Dick fondled and caressed his wife, how he had even fingered her. He hadn't thought Dick would be so aggressive, but he loved seeing the older man's lips and hands on his pretty wife.

Michael was pleased to feel Jen's nipples harden. He pushed her bra down and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. "Nooo, Michael," Jen said, but her protest came out more like a moan. Michael unbuttoned her blouse completely. He lowered his head and took Jen's nipples in his mouth. "No, no," she said, but she didn't try to push him away.

When Jen's nipples were rock hard, Michael slid to the floor. He pushed her legs apart and kneeled between them, his hands running up her legs, over her stockings, pushing her skirt up to her waist. He buried his head against her legs, loving the feel of the silky nylons against his face. He kissed her nylons, moving from her knee to her thighs, kissing and running his cheek along the heavy lace of the stocking tops.

Although aroused, Jen felt hurt and upset, so she pushed her husband away with her foot. Undeterred, Michael took her slim ankle in this hands, kissing her shapely calves, rubbing his cheeks against the silky nylons from her ankles to her knee. He took off the high heel from her right foot. He caressed and massaged her stockinged foot. Unable to control his passion, he buried his face in her toes, and then sucked her toes into his mouth. He caressed her shapely leg with his hands, running his fingers from her ankle, pass her knee, and then to her stocking tops.

"Go away," Jen said, hurt in her voice. She was confused, her husband had never acted like this. She pulled her toes from his mouth and pressed her stockinged foot against his face. "Leave me alone."

"Please," Michael begged, dizzy with passion. He took her petite foot in his hands again, caressing and kissing her, and then again sucking her stocking-covered toes in his mouth.

Michael slowly moved from her foot to her thighs, kissing and caressing. He spread his wife's legs wider, giving him a clear view of her panties. They were soaking. Maybe Dick turned her on after all? Michael knew better than to ask. But he remembered how Jen responded to Dick's touch. He had definitely turned her on. She probably would have let Dick go further, if not for the crowd.

Michael buried his head between his wife's legs, pulling her panties to the side, reveling in the soft delicate flesh that he knew Jen kept completely hairless from her ass to her bellybutton, except for a thin landing strip above her clit.

Michael slowly licked Jen's clit with the point of his tongue. Jen moaned and soon she was thrusting into her husband's face. Michael maintained his slow, deliberate licking, and soon he felt Jen tense and then arch her back with an orgasm.

Michael looked at his wife's post-orgasmic face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips formed a small O. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly. It took a few moments for her to remember he was still there. Finally, she opened her eyes, focusing on him. Despite her orgasm, she still looked upset and hurt. She still wore her shoe on her left foot. She placed her heel on his chest and pushed him away. "Go away," she said.

The sting of the stiletto heel made Michael's cock twitch. He took her foot in his hand and lovingly caressed the high heel shoe, running his fingers along the smooth patent leather, lightly clutching the stiletto like it was his penis. Michael unzipped himself and took out his member. Jen pushed against his chest again, but this time Michael forced her foot to his crotch, firmly gripping her foot so it pressed against his erect penis.

Jen was still upset and hurt, and confused. Why was he acting this way, obsessed with her feet? Why did he let Dick take advantage of her? She pressed the stiletto against Michael's bare penis. Surprising her, Michael grunted with as much pleasure as pain. She flexed her foot and dug the toe of her heel into her husband's tender member. "Oh gawd," Michael moaned.

Michael pulled his wife's right foot to his crotch. "Please," he begged. Although shocked, Jen understood what her husband wanted. She cradled Michael's penis between her feet, and stroked him. "God, it feels good," Michael groaned, the feeling of Jen's high heel and her stockinged foot almost too pleasurable to bear. He ran his hands up her legs, grabbed her garter straps, and pulled her towards him, increasing the friction between her feet and his penis. "I'm cumming," he soon said, and his cock twitched and began spurting on Jen's stockinged legs. Spent, Michael collapsed on his wife. Unsure what else to do, Jen wrapped her arms around her husband, and softly stroked his hair.

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Jen lay in bed, listening to the heavy breathing of her sleeping husband. Her head was still spinning. What was happening to their lives?

She was happily married. Yet, in the last 24 hours, she had been hit on 3 times. Twice, with Matt and Dick, it was with her husband's approval, and even encouragement. Michael didn't know about Randy yet, but she was sure it would excite him to no end when he found out.

She didn't want this. Girls don't grow up hoping to flirt with strange men in pick-up bars after getting married. Michael's obsession with their game distressed her.

Yet, it was a turn on too. She couldn't deny the arousal, couldn't deny how turned on Matt and Randy had gotten her. Even Dick ... god, she hated admitting it ... even Dick had aroused her. Thank god the crowd had snapped her out of it. How far would she have let Dick go?

But the arousal was frustration, too. God, she was so horny. Michael had given her an orgasm, but it didn't satisfy her, not after Matt, not after Randy, not after Dick. She needed fucked, to have a hard penis inside her, and all Michael gave her was a tongue orgasm.

She hated herself for thinking it. She loved Michael so much. But lately he was lacking in bed. Often he couldn't get fully hard. That's the reason she started playing these games with him, to help him get excited. It seemed like he could only get hard after playing one of these games. But now, sometimes he'd be so excited he'd cum too fast. Or sometimes he'd still get half way soft while fucking her.

Oh, god, she was so horny. She glanced over at Michael, checking that he was asleep. Then she reached into her panties and rubbed her clit. God, she needed another orgasm. With her other hand she pulled her shirt up and pinched her nipples. Guiltily, she fantasized about Dick fucking her. She quickly came, and then rolled over, tears building in her eyes, feeling guilty and ashamed.

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Randy opened his robe. The beautiful blonde hooker got on her knees and wrapped her hands around his cock. "Oh good, a big one," she cooed.

"Shut up, bitch, and suck me!"

Randy closed his eyes as the high priced, alluring prostitute took him in her mouth. He thought of Jen. She had given a good show tonight. And he knew he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. Randy had spotted Jen's husband watching as well.

"So Michael likes to watch his pretty bride with other guys," Randy thought. He smiled. This was going to be fun.