My cock was straining for some form of release when George suggested that if he were married to her, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her, I ...almost creamed my pants. Hearing the way he was lusting after my wife turned me on and I really needed to have sex with her and soon. So with him sprouting off I told him very casually that if he wanted to see Michelle actually wearing her tiny lace thong then he would have to seduce her and I would be eager to lend a helping hand. At first he. Needless to say, she was lured away from me, and finally, was gone. Our last encounter did not end very well. It was definitely not my finest hour, though I didn't strike her in my rage. That was 9 years 10 months ago.Our story begins when I was sitting in a restaurant in NYC with other colleagues. A waiter comes up to me handing me a note then he told me that the lady in the dark blue dress sent it for him to deliver. The note was just one line: "Have you forgotten about me?"I was. Susan seemed afraid of him slightly and I wondered if maybe she had second thoughts, but it seemed to be too late now. "Play wit yourself," he said and I saw her slowly spread her legs and I could see her hands working at her unseen pussy as my cock got so painful, I opened my zipper and let it out in the open. I could hear slight moans from her as her hands worked and then he told her to stop, "Tell me you vant my cock," he ordered and Susan stood there in somewhat disbelief until he ordered. Julia was pointing down to his bare feet. All of a sudden, Nikki realized that his feet were beginning to feel strange, numb. He started to panic."Julia! I can't feel my toes!"Julia looked fascinated. There was a strange gleam in her devastating eyes."It's happening," she said. "Don't worry, my pretty. I've done this before. You won't feel any pain." Julia, please call someone. I think I might be...dying." Easy Nikki, easy. Point your toes honey." Huh?" Point your toes. Try to make them look.