Thin wrists. Dainty long fingers with long nails painted the same color as your toes. Your tits are in the way so that you can't even see your feet wi...thout bending. "Well, it doesn't get any lighter than this." Your lips moved so you knew it was you talking, but the voice wasn't yours. The bass is gone, the depth was replaced with a smokey seductive purr.You tighten the laces on the top and notice that before both of the cups had come together, but now there was a good two inches of lace and. As a hotwife, Stela had his permission to fuck other men, but she was supposed to let him know first. We had broken his rules when she snuck away from her family to see me during their vacation.I answer the phone expecting a confrontation.“Hello?”“It’s me,” Stela said.I relaxed a little bit, but I still didn’t understand why she was calling. I thought something had to be wrong.“Were you asleep?” she asked.“Yes,” I answered.“That must be nice,” she said quietly. “What’s wrong?” I asked.“I. She missed the bowl and put her hand on Eric's crotch. Her head bobbed a little as the vibration in her pussy subsided and then realized where her hand was and pulled it back, swatting Eric in the chest. "hey, perv, watch it." she smiled and winked. Then she grabbed the bowl and put it between her crossed legs. Her breathing was getting more rapid. "You want some of mine," she kidded, elbowing him in the ribs. He reached into the bowl and pushed it down on her pussy. When he tried to remove his. On one occasion I could take photos of the masseur and I certainly enjoyed watching another man massaging my naked wife and rubbing her most intimate areas. S liked the experiences but never was satisfied to orgasm.A few weeks after her latest massage S suggested that maybe if she had more of a choice of who gave the massage and if she liked one that she could relax more and may behave more regular massages. For this to work we would have to find someone not too far from home, I suggested.