I just had this thing about strange men holding my wife (that's how I thought of her) too close. I knew I carried jealousy now but it wasn't something...I wanted. I wish I wasn't that way.Vicky had met some of the other women in our apartment building. They were all married and began visiting one another. They convinced Vicky to join the exercise gym. It was only a few doors down the block from where we lived.At first I was worried because it was déjà vu all over again. It's how it started with. No one was listening to my silent prayer. She took two clamps and put them on my nipples which were already sensitive from all the pinching and pulling. Oh, it hurt so much, and it felt good to in a weird way. I begged her to take them off and I could see her smile and enjoy the pain that I was in.She just stood there for a while and watched me squirm and beg as I got used to the pain. Then she came close to me again and whispered in my ears, “Do you like it?” I replied, “Yes ma’am”. Every time. Fetching. She looked less than 16. But I doubted she was that young, especially since it was a school day.I exchanged small talk with her for a minute while she checked me out (checked out the items I was buying ... perverts! LOL). All the while I was thinking two things: 1) I want nothing more than to strip her naked and spend hours kissing every inch of her over and over. 2) I desperately want her incredible lips to be on my nipples! I swear I could feel them getting hard as I watched. She felt a strong tingly sensation, nothing unlike she felt before when she was playing with her sisters. He leaned closer to one of her nipples, taking it in his mouth, sucking it. His tongue was striking out, brushing over the nipple. It was making her gasp each time he did it, her other breast was not forgotten either as he played the same way with it too. She felt his hardness waking up in his shorts and her hand slipped down to rub him through his pants. That only spurred him to suck her.