I can wait until you're ready to confide in me. I know you're unhappy. I know you're running and scared. I want you to know that I'm willing to listen...and will help you if I can." His arms wrapped around her body pulling her down until they both lay snuggling. She turned toward him, her head rested against his denim shirt. A damp patch on his shirt stuck to his body as he held her close, listening to her quiet crying. He stroked her shoulder-length brown hair waiting until her sobs eased.When. I forwarded my hand frisking her slender legs up to her ankle. I took some time messaging her ankle for quite some time and noticed that her legs were spread so much that I could sit between them.I came in between her legs and started applying jelly on her both ankles. I slid my hands a little above her ankles and slipped them into the sheet. As I was messaging her just below her private parts I noticed that she was breathing heavily and her eyes were closed and she has pressed her lips. Rather, the infidelity was the result of a bad marriage. It wasn’t my fault, she explained. (WHY do women always say that?) She simply didn’t love me. She hadn’t loved me for a long, long time, now. She wanted out. And, like always, I stepped back a pace and judged my options. Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with and get on our lives. I just didn’t care anymore. We didn’t fight. We didn’t even get lawyers. We did it through something called ‘Divorce Mediation.’ She floored me by suggesting. We loved it.Finally everyone seemed satisfied... at least enough to allow Mary and I to get up, and get dressed to leave."Did you get enough?" I grinned at my slutty wife. Her hair was matted with cum, and her face was dirty where she had laid her cheek on the scummy floor."God yes," Mary grinned. While we dressed, I thanked the men, told them we'd be back again, and we left.Outside the booth area, in the bookstore section, several men were waiting, staring at Mary as she, and I, donned sun.