Michelle’s face wasn’t showing any emotion either. Was she trying as hard as I was to not give away true feelings? Or were there simply no emotion... there to show? I was nearly dying inside.I had no idea what to say to my own wife after she told me how much she’s in love with another man. She went on, and told me something that shook me to my core, “He’s asked me to marry him, to stay with him.”I had already known that from what Kristen told me, but hearing the words from her made my blood run. "I know, I just talked to him.... he said he'll be back." I smiled."I hope so.... soon." she smiled back.I offered a beer and popped one for myself as I sat down next to her. The TV was showing crap and just to break the ice I asked her to reach to my coffee table for TV guide. She reached over to her side, streching her arms over her head, and I took a glimp of her tits from under her shirt. Her bra was too small and could see the underside of her tits. She caught me as I looked away.... and I. I then ordered Kelly to come over and lay on her back on the bench with her head closest to Steve. I grabbed a couple of cuffs and cuffed them round her wrist’s and I then did the same to her ankles and I then spread her legs and I grabbed a couple of short chains and clipped them on to each wrist cuffs and then on to her ankle cuffs so her legs would remain spread for me. I jacked the bench up so her face was level with his cock and I moved the bench closer until his cock was just above her. ” Kelly looked down and saw the foot rail under the bar. She lifted her right foot and placed it up on the rail.Kelly doesn’t have a sewn shut little peach for a twat. Her outer lips are wide open. Her clit is easy to access and her vagina nearly sucks you right in if you get close. By placing her foot upon that rail her pussy was begging him to enter.“Damn! He’s massaging the inside of my thigh and his top finger is running along my slit. I’m running like a faucet down there and he has to feel.