“JENNIFER!” I yelled from my desk as I sat there looking over the monthly bills. I heard her coming down the stairs and then her soft footsteps along the hallway coming closer.

“What’s wrong?” she said, coming into the study.

“What is this I am looking at?” I asked, shoving a piece of paper across the table at her.

“Well it looks like a receipt. It says it’s from ... oh.”

“Yeah, oh. You know we have been tight on money lately and here you go and spend ... Holy Shit! $200.00 on a pair of shoes! What were they made of gold or something?” I said, astonished as I read the receipt.

“But honey, they are Christian Louboutin’s. They were on sale and they were sooo pretty! Besides, I bought them so I would look good for you!” she said, giving me that cute little pout that she knows always gets me. Or almost always.

“Oh no, young lady! You aren’t going to put this off on me! And that little pout of yours is not going to work either!” I said, “Now go get these overpriced Christian Whatshisnames and let’s see what $200.00 shoes look like.”

She went back upstairs to get the shoes and brought them back to me.

“So these are the shoes are they?” I asked, holding the strappy open-toe high heeled sandals. “If these shoes cost $200.00 on sale, how much were they originally?”

“They were $250.00. I saved $50.00 by buying them on sale,” she said.

“Well that may be, but we can’t afford to be spending $250.00 or even $200.00 on a pair of shoes, I don’t care how pretty they are. You’ll just have to take them back,” I told her.

“But honey...” she whined.

“You heard me. We can’t afford them, and that’s all there is to it,” I said.

“All right. I’ll take them back tomorrow,” she said with a sigh of disappointment. She knew I was right. I enjoyed her efforts to always look good for me and if I could have, I would have bought the damn shoes for her. But I had been out of work for a couple months because of an injury, and we had gotten behind on a few bills. Nothing we couldn’t make up after awhile, but for right now, that was too much money for a pair of shoes, no matter how pretty they were.

The next day, she did as I told her and took the shoes back to the store. She was gone for about an hour before I heard her pulling up in the driveway. She came in carrying the same shoe store plastic bag she left with.

“Dave,” she said, “I tried to take the shoes back like you said, but they wouldn’t take them back. I didn’t know it at the time, but they have an ‘All Sales Final – No Returns’ policy there.”

I took her hand and we went back out to the car. I drove us back to the shoe store and I had a little chat with the store manager. I tried to explain the situation and that we didn’t have the money to spend on the shoes, but the store manager said there wasn’t anything he could do. The shoe store was part of a larger chain and he had to go by the store’s rules. He pointed out the sign that was right there above the registers and read “All Sales Final – No Returns” just like my wife had found out.

We left the store after that, still in possession of the $200.00 shoes. The drive home was a quiet one. I didn’t say anything trying to think of where we would make up the money for the shoes, and she didn’t want to say anything that might provoke a fight. When we got home, she took the shoes and put them in the closet on the top shelf, still in the box. At this point she didn’t want to look at them either.

“Are you still mad at me, Dave?” she asked me the next morning while we were eating breakfast. She had noticed that I wasn’t in bed that morning when she woke up.

“No, I’m not mad at you Jenn. Yes, you screwed up, but I’m not mad at you. I am just racking my brain trying to figure out how we are going to make the bills this month. That’s what I’ve been doing most of the night,” I told her.

“Well, what did you come up with?” she asked.

“Nothing. No matter how I twist it or how I juggle the numbers, we are going to be short this month. There is simply no way to cover all the bills. And that means there will be late fees and interest charges next month. So it’s going to take two or three months to make all this come out right. And that’s if nothing else goes wrong until then,” I said.

“Dave, I am so sorry. Please I will do anything, anything at all to make this up to you. I’ll get a job, I’ll sell some things, I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. Just name it and I’ll do it, please,” she said.

“Well, I will figure something out. I don’t know what just yet, but I will figure something out,” I told her. She left the subject alone, I knew she was sorry and I knew that this was really bothering her. She didn’t like me working as hard as I did, much less adding to my stress now by having to worry about extra bills.

After breakfast was finished, Jenn cleared the table and then got to work around the house. I went into the study once again and started making phone calls and working on this mess we were in. About an hour later, and more frustrated than ever, I left the study and the bills. I went into the living room and turned on the TV, hoping for a diversion to get my mind off our situation for awhile.

Jenn came in after a bit with a cold beer and a glass. “I brought you a beer honey,” she said, standing quietly in front and to one side of me so she wouldn’t block the TV.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the drink from her after she opened it and poured it into the glass.

“How’s your back? Are you feeling better?” she asked, referring to my injury and the reason I was out of work at the time.

“It’s getting better. Slowly, but it’s improving,” I answered.

“Dave, sweetheart, I really am very sorry I messed up. I wasn’t thinking, I just saw those shoes and...” she said, getting down on her knees between my legs. She put her hands on my thighs as she looked up into my eyes. In her eyes I saw something I never want to see again. She was heartbroken. Sure they were just a pair of shoes. And yes she probably should have thought it out a bit more before buying them. But now that she had and made our money troubles more so, it really bothered her. And that bothered me – I had to find a way to fix this and make it so that she could redeem herself.

That’s when I noticed that Jenn’s hands running up and down my thighs was starting to have a delightful effect on me. I could feel my cock stirring and beginning to swell. I shifted in my seat and she noticed my discomfort ... and the bulge that was forming in my crotch.

Jenn looked up at me again, this time with a more playful smirk on her face. “Oh my poor man! Sitting there with that huge bulge must be so ... hard! Let me see if I can make you feel a little more comfortable okay?” she said. She raised up on her knees and reached for my belt, unbuckling it and unfastening my trousers. She pulled my pants down past my knees, leaving my boxers still on, but with my hardening cock “tenting” quite well.

Jenn looked at the teepee I was creating in my shorts with a mischievous look in her eyes. She bit her red fingernail and looked as if she was contemplating what she would do with what was causing the unusual formation in front of her.

Jenn ran her fingers down my thighs, lightly scratching my inner thighs as I opened my legs a bit wider for her. Then her hands flattened out on my legs and she pushed them up and under the leg openings until she found my hard cock. She gripped the shaft with one hand while cupping my balls with the other as she kept her eyes locked on mine.

She squeezed my cock and giggled as it throbbed in her hand. I gave her a slight nod of permission and she pulled my boxers down to match my pants, freeing my cock as it sprang to attention.

“Mmm ... not bad,” she said, inspecting my cock. She ran her beautiful long fingers up and down the length of me, her wine-red nail polish reflecting the sunlight shining through the window.

I watched as my beautiful wife licked her full red lips as she lowered her face to my crotch. Keeping her eyes fixed on mine she opened her mouth and ran her soft tongue slowly up my hard, veiny shaft slowly, teasingly until she reached the rim of the head.

Jenn used her warm, wet tongue to gently lick and caress the head of my cock before taking my cock into her mouth. Just the head at first, sucking lightly, running her hot tongue around its contours. She looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes, as if seeking approval, and I told her that her lips looked good around my cock.

Encouraged by my words and wanting to pleasure me more, she took the whole length of me into her mouth, closing her eyes for the last inch or so. Once I was good and wet, she started sucking my cock hard, bobbing her head up and down, keeping good steady eye contact.

“Ohh, Jenn,” I groaned quietly, amazed at how good it felt.

My Jennifer had always been an excellent cocksucker. From the first time she went down on me, I could never get enough of that hot wet mouth and her superb skills at giving head. It didn’t matter what else was going on in my life, once she wrapped those soft full lips around my cock, all was right with the world!

“Take off that blouse, I want to see those perfect tits of yours,” I said, after a few minutes of enjoying her mouth. Jennifer had a spectacular body, five foot five inches tall and a young, tight, 32-27-35 with wonderful “D-cup” breasts that I always loved playing with. And she loved having my hands on them as well.

Still kneeling, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped her bra off her shoulders, revealing those amazing, soft breasts. Pale creamy skin, topped with thick, cherry red nipples standing out stiff and hard pointing up at me. I cupped the milky globes in my hands, feeling their firmness and caressing her nipples. She pushed my hands away and once again attacked my cock. Her mouth felt so good and tight around my steel-hard shaft. Before long I felt my balls drawing up and I knew I was getting close.

“Keep sucking that cock, baby I’m getting real close!” I said panting for breath.

Jenn pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled. “You going to cum on my face?” she asked with a coy look.

She saw the yes in my grin and went back to work, gliding her smooth hot tongue and lips from the tip of my cock all the way down to the base. She took me in her hand and jacked me off hard while she sucked on each of my balls, batting her eyelashes at me. I watched her tits jiggle in that way only firm tits jiggle, and enjoyed her ravenous mouth.

“Ohhh god, baby I am almost there ... just a little more...” I moaned as I prepared for blast off.

She sucked me fast and rhythmically and when I really started to moan and my body tightened up, she slid my cock noisily out of her mouth and worked her hand up and down, aiming it at her chin.

“I’m going to cum ... I’m going to cum all over that pretty face...” I moaned again louder.

She gave me a sexy laugh and squeezed my cock as she coached me. “Yeah baby, give me that cum, shoot your hot cum all over me, I want your cum ... please, please, please...”

With that, I shot my first stream of cum onto her lips. The rest covered her cheeks and nose, with a few drops dripping off her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Jennifer didn’t break eye contact the whole time, watching fascinated and quite please with herself as I blasted jet after jet of sticky, white stuff all over her.

When I was through, she laughed again. “Wasn’t that fun?” she said smiling, as she licked the cum from her lips. Still too out of breath for words I just looked at her and smiled, nodding my head. She got up and headed for the bathroom, giving me a kiss on the forehead as she passed and whispered “I’ll be right back, love!” I sat there in my chair with my pants still down around my ankles, enjoying the glow until finally I got up and put myself back together.

Jenn came out of the bathroom a couple minutes after I had recomposed. “Do you want anything honey?” she asked. I took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap, wrapping her in my arms and holding her. She nuzzled into my neck purring contentedly. We sat there together cuddling for a couple hours before we decided we had better get up.

We needed to get some things at the store that day so I decided we should grab a burger along the way. We stopped at a local burger joint and as we sat there eating, I noticed a young woman standing across the street. She was wearing a shiny silver sequined tube top which barely covered her ample breasts and an almost obscenely short black skirt.

Finishing off her outfit, she wore a pair of six inch stiletto heel ankle strap sandals with the lowers in silver while the uppers were black to match her outfit. She was an attractive girl although obviously she had lived a tough life and it showed on her face. I watched as a car pulled up in front of her. She leaned over to talk to whoever was driving and the next thing I knew, the car with the woman inside, drove off.