I quietly entered the one-bedroom suite. Exhausted slumber filled the stillness. The bathroom light gave a slight illumination as my eyes adjusted and... focused on the familiar nude body of my husband, Paul spooning a petite, lithe body, her head tucked under his chin. Clothes were strewn about and their bodies glued together, until Paul’s low little snore shifted him. I watched the motion of his arm as his hand kneaded her breast briefly before it traveled down the line of her torso, dipped into. I was beginning to feel woozy. She scowled at Rita and carried me into the next room. She laid me down in the tank and kissed my forehead."Relax, my hero," she said. Then the lid closed and I was out.I awoke to look into Lisa's deep blue eyes as she bent to kiss me. I was in heaven and my angel was here to greet me."How do you feel, my Hero?" she whispered."Great!" I said. I lifted my right hand and swiveled the wrist. No pain, no swelling. I gingerly touched my nose. Straight. No pain. "I. His skin was glowing, and his muscles molded in my hands and I could tell his body and mind was loving all of this. It was time to massage the prostate and I was hoping he would be as accepting of this procedure as he had been with all of the previous massages. I told him to lift up so I could put a large round tubed pillow under his abs. As he lifted up, the dimples in his ass flexed and relaxed. I had a surprise for Allen. I got the KY Jelly heat and lubed up my finger. I swabbed his pink. Being outside did not meanbeing in public. Instead, after the relative confinement andclaustrophobia of his bedroom, he wished to expand his horizons and enjoythe delicious caress of soft breezes on his bare legs and arms, thesummer's heat penetrating his every pore, and fresh air caressing hisface. Moreover, being outside, no matter how safe from exposure he wasstaying within the grounds of his property, was risky compared to hisbedroom and he found the risk of possible exposure in his finery.