He could sense her puzzlement as she stood all alone, wondering what he wanted her to do. Slowly his hands guided her forward until she was standing o...ver him. She realised then what he was about. He could see up her skirt. Up at her bare groin.His gaze was intense, his hands slipping up under her skirt to stroke along her inner thighs. She felt fingers drift across her cleft, not parting them, merely stroking. A wave of sheer erotism flowed through her, leaving her feeling strangely helpless. My recollection zeroed straight in on the part where I had her laying on the massage bed on her back. Her thighs were slightly parted, and I was gazing at her pussy.She had no external pussy lips to speak of ... just a “inny” type crease that looked very tight. I ran my finger tips along that crease, finding a wetness along the join. Applying a little pressure, I parted her lips and found even more moisture.We had been kissing prior to placing her on the massage table, so I had evidence that. I had made a rule that no other part of me was to be touched until I gave the word, so it got a bit crowded at times. I thought I would have to take them on one at a time while also giving some head, which I love to do; just enough to stir them up. I called them all to me one by one so that I could give them all a good suck; as I sucked one, two others were sucking my boobs and I handled the other cock. In the end, they were all standing at attention in front of me like a row of soldiers.. You did!After a few samplings of the fine spirits, you suddenly blurted out “I think my husband is cheating one me!” Taken aback, just a little, I replied “My wife has done the same to me. It hurts, it makes me feel like I can’t please her. It makes me feel like I am inadequate.” Then after a slightly awkward pause, you replied with a simple “Me too.” Feeling sorry for you, and myself, I came up with an idea. “Things like dinner tonight, the conversation, the laughter and the connection are.