You're Speechless

She has already long gone over the line that you hoped she would never cross without giving it a second thought, so for her to actually ask for your permission, it must be a big thing. And a big thing is something you are not prepared for; you want to adamantly shake your head no, but when you notice Mr. Jones's evil glare at you, you are rendered motionless.

And to your misfortune, your wife takes you no action as approval, as she gives you a pleasant smile before reaching for Mr. Jones's jeans.

Both Mr. Jones and you're eyes lock onto her hand as it pulls out a small grey box. The same small grey box that you hoped never to see again.

Mr. Jones stops thrusting his cock to ask. "Amy what are you doing with that?" Which, conveniently enough, is precisely what you were thinking.

Your wife calmly hands him the box. "I want you to give this to me."

For once, the confidence leaves Mr. Jones as he stutters, "But what about what happened a little bit ago." It was good to hear him falter like you have so many times before, but you hated where this was leading.

"What about it? I told you I didn't lie when I said I loved you." This time, she adjusted her head to look at both of you when she said, 'I love you.'

Mr. Jones proceeds to ask the next logical question: "What about him?" As his eyes dart to you.

Your wife doesn't adjust her graze from the both of you as she answers, "What about him. I am not WITH him right now. I am with you." She holds up her left hand directly in front of her face so that both you and Mr. Jones can see it." And I am not wearing his ring right now, am I?"

Both Mr. Jones and your eyes are glued onto Amy 's empty ring finger as unconfidently he answers, "No... no, you're not."

Amy grind her wet pussy on his shaft. "Don't you think my hand would look beautiful with a ring on it?"

You can feel Mr. Jones's eyes dart hesitantly towards you before he answers, "Yes. I think it would."

Your wife then gently places the gray box in his hand, freezing the moment for everyone. Sensing his hesitation and him staring she leans into his ear and whispers "Honey don't worry about him, he knows what going on, and if he wanted to stop it this time he would have."

If you actually believed your eyes, you would have stopped this sick joke, but right now, you are waiting to wake up from whatever sick dream this is as Mr. Jones whispers back, "Then why did he stop it last time?"

They both look at you as if trying to read your face for an answer, but you are too focused on his raw cock in her pussy and the grey box in his hand to give one. So your wife makes up one that is logical to her: "Because he wanted you to know the truth, that he is a huge cuckold before you gave it to me."

Something about the way Mr. Jones looks told you that she didn't fully believe your wife, but he opened the gray box. It was creepy that he kept glancing up at you with each word he said of "Ms. Amy Jones, you are the most wonderful woman. Would you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?"