“Stand still; I need to take these shoes off, sweetie, and I don't want to fall!” she instructed with a giggle.She stood before me and firmly brac...d herself on my left shoulder with her right hand, then leaned her face over my right shoulder and finally raising her left thigh high enough so her knee nearly poked me under my arm pit. As she was jiggling about I aImost shot my load in my pants right there. I gawked at her short tight skirt that rode up so high that it revealed her neon yellow. Then he slammed into her again, more violently yet never hurting her. She grabbed for his shoulders, her breath taken away from the sudden force of him. She was not in pain, yet she felt afire. Nothing felt better, however, than this. He could never hurt her, she was his wife and lover – all in one. She was his. *** Later, after they had spent themselves against the front of the bed, they lay in the bed, she asleep in Jay’s arms. He moved slightly, turning towards the nightstand and picked up. I grabbed the arms of the chair, ready to help if the guy was hurting her. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "that cock feels soooo good." I relaxed, listening to my wife enjoying herself all over a strange, new cock. Another person walked in, brushing past me. The two men exchanged a quiet "what's up" before I heard my wife's breathing being interrupted by a mouthful of cock. She choked, gagged, and slurped; smacking her lips with satisfaction when he withdrew from her mouth. She was getting her fill. In the act of becoming a hero, Brian nearly dies and much of his past—the past he has kept hidden—is exposed. In the midst of PTSD and a perceived threat against his family, can Brian recover his confidence enough to become the storm and bring them safely to the other side?This is a work of fiction. If you think you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft, MA/FA, FA/FA, polyamory. There is no attempt.