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Husbands Humiliation

Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

even who won the recent election. Honestly, I didn't even know we had an election. I guess I remember Stephanie coming home with some voting material, but she didn't let me see it. She just dismissed me with, &#034this no longer concerns you.&#034 Their conversation continued during dinner. I just looked down into my plate. In fact, I don't think I'd looked Richard in the face for more than two seconds the entire night. I could only guess what he was thinking and what he would tell my other friends. I hadn't seen any of them since Stephanie did what she did to me and now they'd know why. Something that really confused me during dinner was when Stephanie slipped her foot out of her shoe and began rubbing it over my foot. I didn't know what to make of this. Was she turned on by my humiliation? Was this her way of saying she wanted me above Richard? I didn't know, but I wished for the best. Maybe she was about to snap out of whatever had gotten into her and I'd be set free. As usual, I thought wrong. Around 8:50, Stephanie was rubbing her finger around the rim of her glass, looking into Richard's eyes. &#034Say, let's go to the living room and get more comfortable.&#034 I thought she meant me, but she looked at Richard as she spoke. He responded first. &#034Ok Stephie. Do you want me to help you clean up here?&#034 &#034Oh heavens no, Paula will get that. Won't you dear?&#034 I meekly nodded my head. She wasn't satisfied so I responded verbally. &#034Come on Rick, Paula's very ... good with the kitchen.&#034 With that, Richard and Stephanie rose and walked to the living room. On the way there, Stephanie grabbed his hand! I felt angry! I felt humiliated and angry! I couldn't believe my wife would have the nerve to hit on my best friend right in front of me! I wanted to storm into the living room and tell her off. I saw myself kicking Richard out of my damn house. . . but then the image crystallized and I saw that the foot I'd placed on his rear was encased in the pink sandal. I saw my reflection in my glass-like silver toe nails. I looked like a beautiful woman. I seemed to shrink smaller and smaller. Suddenly, Richard turned around and picked me up like a c***d. He carried me back to the living room and handed me to Stephanie, who spanked me repeatedly. I cried and I begged, I screamed, but I couldn't break free from her firm grasp. Finally she stood me up and I could see that she towered over me. She slapped me and knocked me to the ground. Again, again again. I snapped out of my nightmare just as I dried the last dish. I decided to hurry to the living room. I knew I couldn't kick Richard out of my house, but I could certainly keep the two of them from being alone. As I stepped into the living room, the sight of my wife sitting on my friend's lap greeted me like falling bricks. I wanted to cry or scream, but didn't get the chance. &#034Oh good, you're done. Go get your nail kit and come repair my nails. You need to paint yours as well, it's nearly your ...