The massage table and oils were to be in a closet. I met Jeff at a restaurant not far from the base and we talked about the massage. I showed him a co...uple of pictures of my wife so he would know what she looked like. I let him know that he would be able to massage her entire body without restriction as far as I knew but that my wife would have the final say. I told him that I could not guarantee that he would have sex with her or even get a hand job and wanted to know if that was understood and. Then she wanted me to slap her ass and fuck her as hard as possible. She became obsessed with me pulling out and cumming all over her face and when I wasn’t doing that she would want to kneel while I pumped my cock in and out of her throat, holding her head so she couldn’t pull away. The entire time she would have her hand buried in her crouch till she starting shaking in violent orgasm. While some times the orgasm left her so tired that she would fall asleep shortly after, other times she. Baby, we both know the signs, you have a drinking problem. Now the question is, when are we going to go and do something about it?”“Sherri, it’s not as bad as it seems, honest!” I explained to her. “I did not want you to worry, so I hid it so you would not think I was drinking much.”“OK, fine. I believe you. When was the last drink you had?” I told her the night before, at the apartment. She then reached out and grabbed my cup of coffee, taking a sip. She then spit it out. “Fucking vodka and. She them slowly lift herself into a more upright position and moved closer to the edge of the desk. Skilfully she pulled the chair I was sitting on that was now behind me towards her left leg. She was doing alls of this without having to glance away from my eyes..She then slowly grabbed my hand and moved it on to her thighs and made me stroke her up to her waist. The touch of blouse was soft and smooth. Her hand then guided me to undo the rest of the blouse...button by button, exposing a silk.