They both complimented me on having an amazing hot wife. Andrew was the one who moved back to bed first. He took my wife by the legs and pulled her to...the edge of the mattress. Leaving her hips resting right at the edge. Andrew lifted my wife's legs upward displaying her swollen messy pussy. As he pushed her legs back toward her chest, her hips raised, showing her tight little ass hole. Andrew gave her a few licks from the anus to the clitoris, making my wife moan and move her hips. After his. Then she seemed to pay no further attention to me at all as she pushed headlong into a cow’s rear leg pit. With her baseball cap turned backwards she persuaded the cow to relax and “let her milk down” so it would flow into the milking machine.This sight, all of her bending into the cow was so amazing I’m sure I stopped all washing for some length of time; don’t know how long. I noted all of her even though my schooling prompted me not to look but she was all wet and splattered with manure and. I was kinda disappointed."Hehe. I was kind of k**ding back there. You know how I am sometimes."Knowing he is NOT that way at all around me I just nodded, pretending he was always that way.It seemed like the darkness outside lasted forever. It was only 10:30 as I wrestled with the many raging thoughts that made me frustrated about my choices and also gave me a raging blood-engorged penis.I was downstairs in the living room. I wish he would give me another chance, I thought. He had to. Why didn't. He almost asked Paul for help but he wanted to surprise him. The stockings came next and he felt so good as he drew them up his legs before attaching them to his corset. These stockings were black with a seam up the back unlike Paul's nude sheer hose. He got one of his new bras from the bag and placed it on his chest before pulling his small breasts into the cups. It was a wonder bra in size 36a and it pushed and pulled along with the padding to produce a very realistic cleavage. Finally.