” I left the message on my wife’s voice mail during my lunch hour hoping that she’d get back to me by the end of the day. My wife was a stripper... at a more up-market club in the city center and she pulled in a pretty decent wage from it too, especially the nights when she was working the VIP suite or “Luxury Room” as they called it which was generally paid for by stag parties, wealthy city-businessmen or the occasional football player. I never asked too many questions about her work, Mel liked. Whenever there is a chance of being seen or caught the thrill of it then intensifies the orgasm" I said. Meanwhile Peter was entering a rest area and called out to us. "It's my turn; you two have made me so fucking horny that I could fuck a duck." Peter and I traded places. No sooner we were out of the rest area Sam was sucking Peter's cock. He didn't last long and the rest of the trip to the realtor was uneventful. After completing my business with the realtor we returned. ." You mean get fucked by us, right?" Yes, Sir, exactly. I know I'm not in your class and never will be. I respect you enormously, Sir, and I promise you I know my place around here. I'm flattered to even be talking with you." Well," said Leroy, sounding a little more persuaded, "you do seem to have the right attitude. And my cock feels real nice in your wife's pussy and mouth. And Lord knows, she can't get enough of it. Seems like she's been deprived for a long time." Yes, Sir, she really has.. It started out when I asked her to teach me all the chat lingo and i/m shit. Dina was awesome. We were chatting every day and or night, whenever catching each other on line. There’s a blur over of the early, mundane chats when Dina opened that taboo door of no return. “Can I ask something Brod?” Blinked up in the i/m box. “ANYTHING you want to.” I sent back. There was about a 15 second delay before I was asked, “How big is your dick?” My jaw dropped and groin was tingling with shock and.