Before I'd had time to contemplate it though, my wife slid off the bed, placing one foot on the floor to one side of me, and doing a swiveling karate ...ick with her other leg, landing it deftly on the opposite side of the chair, so that she was straddling me directly above my face.I knew what was coming next, and eagerly craved the chance to serve my wife in one of her favourite humiliation rituals. Although we both knew it wasn't so humiliating, as we both knew I secretly craved it! Already. She barely has a chance to finish before Skylar pulls out and blows a massive load on her body.“Fuck! That was hot. Feel free to invite me to watch any time,” I say.I don’t find out until the next day that Skylar will be gone for a while, so I do what I always do, and take Jenny for a manicure and pedicure. By the end of the second week, I can tell how much she misses him. She doesn’t have the same energy or drive when coming home from work, nor does she take the time to cook. I want to spend. I can’t do that. I think you’ll ultimately regret it.”“You don’t want to?” she asked.“I DO want to!” I declared. “And that’s the problem. I want to, just as you do, but we shouldn’t. It would be empty and meaningless. An hour or two of pleasure and then we don’t see each other for months, and we go our separate ways. I care too much about you to do that to you. Please reconsider.”“You would do it if I really wanted to, wouldn’t you?”“Yes. I would, but look deep into yourself. You don’t want to.. Or at least his money anyhow. I guess. No... I think maybe I found him okay too. I didn't really know the family though until the wedding and that was when I discovered that the Knights were pretty much the biggest racists I had ever had the shame of meeting. I mean God, every other thing was 'nigger this' and 'nigger that,' and none of it in the good way either. The other thing that proved even more what the Knight family was all about is that all the awful jobs at the family owned plant were.