Lana’s tears threatened a bit more strongly as he spoke, his fingers making her gasp at the same time.  Unable to help herself, she felt her hips moving against his hand, knowing she could cum at any moment, wondering if that’s what he wanted; if that was his ‘punishment.’  His fingers were amazing; the tone of his voice and the glint in his eyes were anything but.<br/><br/>A surprised gasp replaced her moans of earlier when his fingers left her, appearing at her mouth.  Without hesitation she opened her lips, engulfing and cleaning them of her juice, as well as her husband’s.<br/><br/>Finding herself back on her chair, watching jealously as he went to talk with the pretty singer, Lana quickly gathered her purse.  A tear escaping her eyes, she angrily wiped it away.  Standing, smoothing her dress, she held her chin up, walking out of the bar with her pride shattered.<br/><br/>Driving home, Lana allowed a few tears to fall before shaking her head to snap herself out of it.  Vowing to herself that wouldn’t happen again, she groaned as she pulled into the driveway, the lights to the living room on.  Chris was still up.  Glancing at her clock, she noted it was still early.<br/><br/>Wiping her face, fanning it with her hands, she made her way through the front door, kicking off her heels and tossing her purse on the island.  “Baby?  I’m home."