I was minding the grill and was in the middle of a giant smoke cloud when the smoke cleared just long enough for me to see Mark looking straight up my...wife's skirt. His wife had her back to them and was chatting with another wife. Mark looked up at my wife's face after he had a full minute of looking at her pussy, she was licking her straw and she made an eye movement toward the house. He knoded a very slight knod. My wife hopped up and started toward the house, she didn't say anything as she. I could not hear what was said, but the John finally left and she noticed my waiting car. I watched her in the mirror and admired her graceful walk. She walked with the easy grace of a dancer.She advanced unhurriedly, a black purse slung over her shoulder, giving me ample time to appraise her figure. She appeared slim with small breast, two features I like. Her four-inch black heels made her slender long legs appear even longer. This was the one, I told myself, if we can come to an agreement.. Righting himself, the bandit scowled at Ariston and challenged him, "Yield, and you will live." I'll piss on your grave, thief," Ariston answered.The rider shouted, "Die then, fool," as he spurred forward, his sword raised and slashing toward Ariston's head. Their blades rang in the mountain air, flashing as they beat, thrust, and parried.The rider was very good but Ariston was better. Sweat trickled into Ariston's eyes and his grip began to loosen as the sweat ran down his arm. Tired, and now. One more gasp; he was so near, might as well do it now.She screamed when she pulled herself up, the nails on her wrist bruising the nerve against the bone, and the nails on her feet, tearing at her, when she pushed on them. She held herself up, muscles cramping, air rushing out and into her lungs."This is so hard on you love; you don't have to stay," and, with a whimper she dropped back, to hung from her arms.He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears, and of her sweat."I shall never.