Amans lacrimae wrote:

Tristan’s POV:

Next day, as I arrive to the shop after a training, Enid asks if I am training her, surprised, I say no. Enid shows surprise on her face. I ask her: “What happened?”

 
I began pouring out the story as tears began to run down my cheeks

'Grace, the girl who came with Isabel on Valentine's Day, she came upstairs and asked for a training manual' I sobbed. 'I got her one, she took it from me and then she kissed me. I didn't encourage her Tris, please believe me.'

I paused to wipe my tears and some more streamed down my face to replace them

'I told her I was married and she said you gave her permission. And then she left. I know she was lying, but I don't know what to do'

Another sob escaped my lips and Tristan gave me a hug. Once my sobs had disappeared he wiped my remaining tears and kissed me

Tristan's POV:

As Enid tells me what happened, tears start to run down her cheeks, she sobs as she tells me Grace, Isabel's former date, lied to her requesting a manual then kissed her. She paused to wipe some tears, still sobbing, she justifies herself telling me she told her she is married and I gave her permission to kiss my wife.

As her sobs subside, I hug her with all my love, letting her know I'm not angry, then wipe and kiss her remaining tears.

I lean and kiss her lips with all the passion I have for her, she responds to the kiss, so I pull her thigh and grasp it next to my hip, caressing it over her jeans, feeling her sensual muscles respond to my touch.
I release her thigh and bring both hands to the front of her trousers, unbuttoning them (I feel a strong need and desire to feel her strong, silky legs on without fabric in between)...

Jarrod countered my statement reminding me of all the times he's let his thighs to jiggle in my hands. How could I forget something so intimate? Maybe it was only now I really noticed and was allowing myself to be fully turned on.

After a min of silence Jarrod looks into my eyes, he removes one of his hands that were on my quads, brings it to my cheek and begins softly caressing it while simultaneously giving my thigh a squeeze with his other hand. My muscles are too tired to resist, so I just let them jiggle unrestrained.

William’s POV:

As I feel Anna’s thigh jiggle slightly, she replies: "Of course these are happy tears, sweetheart. I'm just so happy to know that you love me and Annabelle so much you'd love to expend our family with another little one."

I can’t help but smile back at her: “You have no idea how you make me feel when you give me the gift of happy tears, I really love wiping and kissing your happy tears. As a matter of fact, I have to admit they turn me on, I feel the need to make your thighs and calves jiggle and wobble uncontrollably as I take care of your happy tears.”

I wait for Anna’s reaction…

Tristan’s POV:

After taking care of Isabel’s tears and caressing her flexed thigh, I hear her whisper, as her face flushes: "I'm sorry. I never meant to be this weak.”

I reply as I bring my hands back to her cheeks: “Oh, don’t feel weak, everybody cries, it’s not a gender exclusive reaction, I sobbed at my ex-girlfriend’s funeral, if that makes you feel better. As long as you’re here, neither my wife or I will judge you for crying, on the contrary, we will always be here to take care of your tears and comfort you, so, feel free to let out any remaining pent up emotions you have in there, if you feel comfortable with me.”