If there is one thing Jerry was very certain of… it was this… Betsy knew how to hold the world in awe of her heel game. That was a serious understatement. There was nothing anyone could to do match and compete with this awesomeness of his wife. Over time, Jerry started to show off his lady. He had to. It was calling his being. He loved seeing her do her magic. It worked wonders on him. It soothed him, made him feel powerful, motivated him, and encouraged him.

Jerry worked his butt off to keep fit to enjoy his bride as long as he could. He made sure that he could provide her the earth shattering orgasms she deserved. He also made sure that he understood her needs and responded to all her hails. When so blessed as he was, Jerry was glad he had stayed the course and mastered the art of long distance marriage.

130

Watching his lady get dolled up for their next of many vacation road trips, Jerry’s temperature rose and his skin blushed. He marveled how she managed to stay ever so sexy year in and year out. She picked out the 130mm Hot Chic for this particular trip. It was not the first time nor the last time she would do something like this.

She looked so amazing in the light of the walk-in closet. A place they had blessed many times with rounds and rounds of love making. Sure, outside of those rounds, this was her personal sanctuary that he rarely visited. But man, she looked hot.

Once she was done being perfectly suited for her drive, he put on his focused mind best possible so that he could drive her safely to their destination. Jerry was not going to let any other driver’s excitement distract him from keeping her safe.

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Mom said “Don’t play on tracks”

As Jerry drove along he took a nice long scenic route through a few towns, he noticed that Betsy got a bit excited about something. He wasn’t sure what at first, but he paid closer attention and caught on that something about the rail road tracks was drawing his lady in.

Pulling over, he grabbed his camera and watched Betsy sway heavily as she walked back to the tracks. This was promising to be extra special.

Betsy took to the tracks as if they were not the narrowest thing to navigate perched in super tall heels. Camera already set, Jerry started to nap away to document the grace and elegance with which Betsy waltzed about. It was awe inspiring.

She seemed in a special moment. She looked free. She looked alive. The kind of alive that happens when someone is breaking a simple rule that they were led to believe was a seriously big rule. (no one try this at home or on their local tracks… only experts rail operators can do this…)

On and one she walked. She took a moment to stop at one of the signal things that conductors understood. He snapped away as she struck a pose, winked at him, and stamped her mark of dominance on the device. He was getting a bit distracted and focusing was getting hard. Good thing he had a good camera with state of the art image stabilization.

Towards the end of the walk, he was even more impressed by her heeling abilities than ever. He was feeling the distance in his shoes. It had been quite the walk. Betsy found a lovely tree that offered great shade and propped up her legs. She wanted a first person’s view of her heels. Jerry was more than happy to contort himself in position to make her wish come true.

She laughed at him. Leave it to men to do things the hard way. Had he handed her the camera, he wouldn’t have nearly pulled out his back. But hey, the guy felt he was 18, why stop him.

At his request, she did a photo without her heels. It was not a huge request. But once that was done, the heels came back on. She loved the feeling of power they gave her.

It was soon time to get back to the car and finish their journey. One of many they would take with these loyal and faithful 130. The height few women dared try, even fewer still managed to stand correctly in, and even fewer still managed to walk in. She could run in them. She could do a full wedding attendance day without removing them at all.

Jerry admired the fact he was the luckiest man on the planet. His lady not only broke glass ceiling, she did them in massively tall heels and sent many home who failed at going tall. His pride was off the charts. He had the best woman a man could get. And she looked better than ever. Anything he could do, she did better in 130 Hot Chics. As far as Jerry was concerned, Betsy outperformed every single other woman he could possibly imagine and that made him feel extra special, because he was hitting that!

Betsy smacked Jerry’s arm to wake him from his daydream. She didn’t need him falling over the tracks. She needed her man. She wanted her man. She chuckled and blushed. She knew what daydream he was having and that was making her wet. She loved that he so adored her and made her feel extra special. No woman could ask for more devotion than he was giving. He looked out for her and took care of her while supporting her and encouraging her to be her best at all times. She had won the husband lottery!

Jerry smacked her booty. She was daydreaming again. It was time they hurried and made it to their destination… there was a bed that needed to get abused in the most musical of ways.