Knowing my wife's signs I knew she wanted her tit to be fondled . . . to have it squeezed and molded. And I held my breath, waiting . . . anxiously waiting . . . mentally trying to tell Jake to cover her milky orb with his hand. To lay his palm atop that luscious mound and squeeze.

Then he did.

As his fingers crawled toward the top he flattened her nipple beneath his palm and his fingers tensed.

"Mmm," she moaned.

I waited for her to pull his hand away. To once more realize what was happening and react. But she didn't.

That was when I decided to...