My wife groaned and pushed my face deeper into her cunt. Pursing my lips, I sucked vigorously on her clit. Spitting our Andre's cock, she lifted her b...tt up off the chair. I fought to keep my mouth on her clit as she bucked her pussy into my face. Gently, I bit her clit, pushing her over the edge of orgasm.She cried out, "Cumming!"After she recovered, she looked down at me. Her expression confirmed our bond. Silently, she mouthed, "I love you." Holly returned her attention to Andre's throbbing. ”“Well, is there some Chicago thing you want to do? Have you been to Pizzaria Uno for Chicago-style pizza yet?”“No. What’s it like?”“It’s made in a kind of iron skillet, so it’s really thick, not like the usual pizza you would get at a pizza place back home. I love it, and I think you will, too. We could have dinner there, if you wanted.”“Sure. What about lunch and the afternoon?”“How about the Billy Goat Tavern? Have you seen the John Belushi skit on Saturday Night Live?”“Yeah! That’s a real. He felt them remove his lovelysandals and replace them with something very different. He couldnot see what had been put on his feet but he could feel them.The two women had forced his feet into a pair of Pleaser fetishheels. These were in an oxford style and tied on so he could notkick them off. Once the laces were drawn tight and tied, theshoes could not be removed until they were untied.These shoes had extremely pointed toes, a fixed arch that didnot bend, a four inch high platform sole and. He was standing at the kitchen sink as Sara entered the room with the empty cups. "Are they OK?" he asked. "Deep in conversation. David's trying to flirt with Lynn but she's having none of it." Sara laughed. Sam smiled wryly. He knew inside it was hypocritical of him to feel jealous of Lynn simply talking to David when he himself was in a long standing, passionate affair with Sara, but he wouldn't have been a man if he could have helped it. Sara crossed to the sink and placed the cups one.