Phillup was torn.  Through the years in school and at work, he worked on nearly all of his problems taking into account scientific methodology.  One side usually won out based on scale, it weighed in heavier.  So, on one scale his friend was right, she was his.  Kate had agreed to be his, therefore it was his decision.  On the other scale, she wanted to go home.  Phill was guessing this was so he they could have a more intimate sort of fun.  That did weigh in rather heavily in favor of taking his wife home.  A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him he was insane for even needing to debate this.  A short time ago, mere hours in fact, he would of bid fond farewells to Simon and taken his lovely wife home.  That was it, the scales and math didn’t lie.  He would take his wife home.<br/><br/>Phill looked towards Simon, the words formed on his tongue to tell Simon thanks for the help, it was great to see him again, they would have to do this again, but right now he wanted to do his lovely wife before she happily did his foot.<br/><br/>Yet, he didn’t.  Two points came to mind, and quietly settled on the other scale.  It was tipping in the other direction.  The first was, well, that was the point of all of this, wasn’t it?  This was supposed to be different, to get him and Kate out their rut before he lost her to something far worse than divorce; apathy.  The other point was, he didn’t want to.  Phill had to admit that to himself, he quite simply did not want to stop tormenting his lovely wife.  His gaze turned back to his wife when she giggled, she was trying to get his attention, he was relatively sure about that.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Kate, though he was looking at her, he wasn’t paying her attention as much as he was observing her body and her body language.  He noted her flushed skin, her breath was quicker making her lovely breasts rise and fall catching his eyes, and he could make out the imprints of her nipples in the fabric covering her chest.  He was mesmerized really, and Simon’s words flowed back through his mind.  His gaze traveled slowly up her chest and stopped at the collar at her throat.  A different sort of thought came to his mind, and that helped settle it.  She had not, despite her hinting, said her safe word.  The thoughts of scales and weighing the matter passed to the side as he watched her body.<br/><br/>Mine.  It was a singularly possessive thought, she was his.  His Kitty.  No matter what reservations he had, Phill was determined; he had to see this through.  Going back to how it was would not help, he had asked Simon for this assistance, and Simon was given precisely that.<br/><br/>Phill finally looked at his wife with a pleasant smile, the same he had given her so many times over Sunday brunch, “Yes?  Did you want something?”  So innocent a question, as if he hasn’t been teasing her for several moments and didn’t damn well know what she wanted.  Husbands are oddly good at playing that game.  He waits till she is about to answer, and his foot returns to her sex lightly caressing carefully searching out those wonderful ‘hot’ spots to try and make her voice catch.<br/><br/>Turning to look at Simon he grins, “You are right, of course.  It’s just… yeah.  Wow.”  He smiles and looks back to Kate.  “You know, you look flushed, dear.  When the waitress comes back, why don’t you ask for more water?”  Though phrased as a question, it was an order.  Really, Phill hoped that asking for water would be the last thing she could do.  He found himself wanting a reason to punish her.  If he had a reason it would take some of the sting off himself for spanking her a bit harder.<br/><br/>His concentration went back to teasing his lovely wife, carefully working his foot around on her sex, enjoying the feel of her flesh, how hot and wet she was.  He waited till the waitress had moved closer, and he worked his big toe into her and ran that up along her slit till he felt her clit.  He paused for just a moment, looking into her eyes he gave her a grin, just to let her know, yes,<strong><em>that</em></strong>is indeed what was about to happen.  With a nice smooth even patter he pressed on to her clit and began rocking his toe and foot against her till he can tell she climaxes.<br/>