As she responded deeply to his kissing I watched, with my breath caught in my throat, as he slide one of his huge fingers, fully, into Helens pussy. I...guess it was too much for her because she really came at that moment. The guy stopped kissing her and leaned back, looking very proud of himself, and let the whole bar take in the sounds of my Wife getting off to his finger fucking. “Yes, fuck yes. Stick that finger deep in me. Don't stop. Fuck me with it” she said loudly between her moans and. I didn't intend to confront you. I was worried. The kids are worried," I said softly."The kids? What do you mean?" she said, suddenly alert."They've seen the same things that I have. They don't understand it either," I continued, trying to keep my words non-confrontational.She buried her head in her hands. In a moment, I knew she was weeping. I rose and went to her side, my arm around her shoulders, saying nothing.When she began to regain her composure, she tried to push me away. I was. She was wet. I asked her what she was going to be wearing when Marcus arrived? She said what do you want me to wear? I said nothing, meet him at the door totally naked. She said OK. She finished her drink and I thought she was going to get another one but when she came back out she was naked. I asked her to walk over to me for a second. I took her by the hips and ran my tongue up her slit. She bent her knees slightly and spread her legs. More she said lick me more. I did and soon I had her. It was Don Patrick, the flame-haired youth who was blackmailing Liz! Liz whispered hotly into Ted's ear, "That motherfucker! That son of a bitch is balling more than just me! He's obviously blackmailed someone else into fucking him. "He's blackmailing you? How? With what?" She hastily told him about how Don had eaten her out in class, her need for his young, lusty prick after breaking up with the coach at Eight MilesHigh School and, finally, about Don seeing her and Ted fucking that evening in.