She said fine I'll see when I get home. She acted as if she was about to leave. I said no, wait, I'll wear it. She get dressed in front of me. I took ...ff my boots and socks. I sat down on the couch and started rolling the first leg of the pantyhose up , she said I'm impressed, you know how to put on pantyhose. I said I've watched you a few hundred times. I pulled the nylon up my leg then rolled the other side up. I stood up and pulled the waist all the way up as far as I could. You could see my. I knew, instinctively, that I couldn't try to backpedal now. Now I had to hope that she'd realize later that she had nowhere to turn.After a second to get over my shock at her answer, I pulled myself together. "Fine. I don't want to kick you out in the middle of the night. I'll take you to work tomorrow and you can try to make other arrangements. But you realize that all those clothes that I bought you and everything else was my part of this bargain. If you don't want to take your end, I'll. Why was she acting like this? I was, for all intents and purposes, still her husband.I chased her to the on-property lagoon where she was crying beneath an umbrella. "What's wrong Michelle?" I said softly. "I can't stand the sight of you, you're a fucktoy now and I'm all alone." I frowned and said, "I'm still the same person, and I still love you." She once again backed away and said, "No! You're another bimbo in the household." I cut her short with, "I am not a bimbo, even if I look it. Sine. Your length penetrates me, your girth opens me and I moan aloud as my tight pussy slides up and down your dick. I give a few hard thrusts, my tits bouncing in your face, and then stop, squeezing you inside me and allowing you just a moment to pull back from the brink before thrusting again. Another pause, another squeeze, another breathless moment of soon-to-be ecstasy. I wonder how long I could keep doing this, how long I could keep you poised on this brink. I pull up off you. You look at me.