She looked lost and just stood dazed as I got to her I asked, “Are you OK, Mrs Jones?” She spun around and looking at me said, “ Oh it’s you... No I’m not really can you help me, Please?” I took her by the hand and walked her away towards where the Limo was parked, she let go of my hand and locked arms as we walked she was sobbing as she laid her head on my shoulder. Once at the car she looked at me and thanked me, “Your so kind, how did you know I was in so much destress?” “ Well I saw you. "I looked him in the eyes and said, "I mean it, and I will show you, whydoesn't Paula meet Lisa tomorrow night?" You can't be serious, Jeff." I am serious, I would be proud to be seen with Paula, anywhere, withanyone." I was talking wildly, but I knew I meant it.Paul looked long and hard at me and said, "OK, if that's what you want,Jeff, but I warn you, you have more to lose than me."Later that night after we had finished dinner at the table, and Paulawas about to clear away, I reached over and. He was still in the kitchen drinking a glass of water when he heard the key turn in the front door. The moment he saw Christine he could see that she was as excited as he was. Dropping her backpack on the floor, she ran to him and threw her arms around him, turning her face up for a kiss. As he kissed her he picked her up and walked into the family room with her in his arms. Still holding her, he sat in his easy chair and maneuvered her onto his lap. She sat there, snuggled against his chest,. Now she was doing it without me. I felt so helpless, but again, so turned on. What was wrong with me? Was I really into this cock cage? Was I really into being humiliated? I didn’t know. The next morning, my wife put on a skimpier top than the day; it had a plunging neckline and was made of very thin material. Underneath, she wore a push-up bra that really emphasized her “valley of interest”. She added a mid-thigh skirt to the outfit. I desperately wanted to get hard, but the tube kept.