Nope your too timid.

You know she loves you more than the world itself, but somewhere deep down, in the pit of your body, you want her to suffer a little bit for saying it back to him so you don't jump to her rescue. Allowing her to struggle to come up with an answer: "I didn't lie."

Mr. Jones: "Oh really, then please enlighten, please explain how you telling me you love me wasn't a lie."

Amy glanced at you, begging for help, but there was no helping her. She had dug herself too deep, and you are out in the middle of nowhere, with the only mode of transportation being his car. You both aren't making it home without an answer now. "Well, I didn't lie."

Amy answered, causing both your and Mr. Jones's eyes to rise. And Mr. Jones asks, "And how is that? Didn't you say you loved John?"

Amy glance at you both, whispering, "That doesn't mean I can't love you too."

Mr. Jones laughed. "What was that... You know what, fuck this! John give me the keys. I am not about to be Amy's side piece. And your father can count on losing my business."

Amy quickly reaches out and grabs Mr. Jones's arms. "Wait, please don't leave." On that, you agree with her because if he leaves with the car, you will be helpless and stuck out here.

Amy continues, "Our relationship doesn't work without you."

Mr. Jones glares down at the woman he once said he loved. "That on you two because, as I said, I ain't going to be your side piece."

Amy gives you one last glance before thrusting herself into Mr. Jones's arms. "You don't have to be a side piece."

Prompting both you and Mr. Jones to say, "Wait, WHAT!" at the same time.

Amy face twists and turns as she tries to figure out a way out of this. "Well ah... John and my relationship doesn't work without you. So if you're that important, you wouldn't be a side piece."

From the way his eyes glance down at the woman who is pressing her head into his chest, you can tell that this whole thing hasn't killed Mr. Jones's feelings for your wife.

Mr. Jones runs his finger through your wife's hair, causing you to fully expect him to say that he is taken her back, but to your surpise, he says "Don't get me wrong, I wasn't lying when I told you my feelings for you, but I am not interested in sharing with you."

Out of complete relief, you let out a load sly as hope fills you with the fact that this might all be over. However, that hope is quickly dashed when your wife says, "You wouldn't be sharing me with him, John and I can't be intimate together unless I am with you first. So you would always come first."

Your skin burns at the idea of your wife putting another man first, but you need his car to get home, so you hold your tongue as Mr. Jones runs his hand down the small of your wife's back. "Um... Me first... That doesn't sound half bad." He gives your wife's forehead a quick pick. "Amy what am I going to do with you? When you give me that look, I just can't say no to you."

Amy kicks her foot up as she leans deeper into his chest. "That's a good thing. You should never say no to the woman you love."

Mr. Jones half reluctantly wraps his arms around her as he says, "So we are using that word again."

Your wife wraps her arms around the man who just proposed to her so that her face is right under his strong chin."But we just agree that I wasn't lying when I said, were you lying when you said it?"

Mr Jones grimaces. "Fine, you win. I'll play your little sick game. At least for now. John If it's the price I have to pay, leave the driver's window down." Much to your joy, you see him tuck the ring back into his pocket as he walks back to the limo with your wife by his side. By the time they made it to the door, he already had his hand up the back side of Amy dress, showing you her pink thong.

You were left flabbergasted, standing in the middle of the open field, wondering how this turned so wrong so quickly. You had made your grand jester; you had stopped his proposal, but somehow she still ended up going in the back of the limo with him, likely for him to fuck her brains out. The only thing that changes is now he knows the woman going to pleasure is married to the man who is driving his car.

Still, you have no intention of letting the blacked-out driver window down. You saw her having sex with another man in the back of the limo once and that one too many times.

However, you mumble under your breath, "Well fuck." As you notice, your wife's outstretch toe had rolled down the window to the driver's seat before you could get in and lock the window, allowing you to see Mr. Jones and all of his naked ass as he relentlessly fucks your wife missionary-style.

There was no escaping their sex, and the limo by two miles down the long dusty road, the limo was already filled with their musk, and even the roar of the engine did nothing to drown out their moans. As Amy moaned, "Of fuck, Ethan (you nearly ripped the steering wheel apart when you heard her moan his name), I am about to cum. Cum with me. Fill me... OH fuck, I feel it, you're filling me... with your HOT SEEEAAAD!" If having to listen to her describe it wasn't bad enough, her leg kicked you in the back of the head three times from the spasms of her orgasm as it ripped through her body.

"Amy, honey, you can't kick me, I'm driving, and I need to pay attention to the road."

Mr. Jones snaps at you, "Don't call her honey, not when she is with me now!"

A large glub of Mr. Jones's cum bubbles out of Amy's pussy and drips down her ass crack as she runs her hand across Mr. Jones's face. "Honey, it's ok; he will learn as we all will."

Mr. Jones laughs as he gyrates his cock inside of her, pushing even more of his seed out of her and onto the seat "Honey... I can't stay mad when I see your smile."

Amy looks over his shoulder at you. "Mr. {lastname}, why don't you pull over then so you can pay attention to us." It feels like a dagger through the chest hearing to refer to that man as Honey but only refer to you by your last name.

Mr. Jones glares at you angrily. "I think it would be best if he focused on getting us to our destination."

Amy places both hands on his head, directing him to look only at her deep blue eyes."But I want him to see us make deep, passionate love."

Mr. Jones moans as your wife locks her legs around his ass, pulling him in deeper "Oh baby, you know you can get me to agree to just about anything." He then looks up at you. "Drive, pull over RIGHT NOW!" You don't want to, but having him even more pissed off at you doesn't seem like a good idea, so you pull over exactly where you are as your wife says, "Honey if I get you to agree to anything, how about we let him hear us say those words again."

Mr. Jones moans, "I don't know if I can, not after today." as he continues to thrust his impressive cock in and out of Amy dripping snatch.

Amy body grivers around his cock. "But I love our time together, and I love the way your amazing dick makes me feel."

Mr. Jones "It makes me feel so good that you think my dick is amazing, but I still don't think I can say those things to you."

Amy gives you one more glance over Mr. Jones's shoulder as if she were asking for approval on her next actions.