Comfort her

I decided that opening up about my situation at the moment was a bit much, so I took her by the hand and gently pulled her inside.

"Whatever you needed to talk to Diego about, you can talk to me too," I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

She started spilling everything, telling me about how she had been seeing a guest for the last few weeks. She knew having a relationship with someone from out of state was not a good idea, but he "new how to treat me" and he was "hung like a horse." Now she was pregnant and he was nowhere to be found. She hasn't even been able to tell him.

As she teared up and began to spill her guts, it also dawned on me that she was talking about Susan. There was something slightly emasculating about the fact that my wife, not me, was going around putting babies in beautiful young women.

I put my arms around her and she lay her head on my shoulder as she began to sob. It felt wrong, but I started to stiffen below my skirt. I angled my erection away from her so she didn't feel it.

I wanted to say comforting words of encouragement, but what could I say? So I just held her and patted her softly on the back.

After several minutes, she suddenly she raised her head off of my shoulder and kissed me. I couldn't help but kiss her back, tongue and all.