There was a lot less resistance this time. He was quite relaxed under me and I could get three fingers into him easily. After a few moments, I slowly ...withdrew and wiped off my fingers. Taking a deep breath to steel myself, but unable to resist my desires any longer, I mounted him again. My cock was so hard by now that it was painful, but I wanted to delay the release as long as I could. I stroked myself over him, letting my balls slide over his belly, rubbing myself until a couple of drops of. I had been watcher her tight ass all day and I think that even my wife had seen me a few times over the day . Maybethats why she was so willing to get inot the hot tub with Jim . Jim and I had jumped into the tub and were talking shop with another beer when the girls came walking out of the padio door off the kitchen . There in front of me was my wife of 10 years in the smallest bikini I had seen in years as well . Her curves were full and perfect . Her ass was barly covered in thong bottoms .. ......time to do some training."Mistress attached my lead and led me out into the garden. It must havebeen mid morning. There was a seat set out for Mistress under a largeparasol; beside it was a table with chilled drinks on. A strange devicewas positioned in front of the chair, a sort of gun with a hopper on thetop filled with tennis balls. At a guess this would be firing the balls Iwould be fetching. "Oh joy," I thought to myself. Mistress sat and untiedthe lead."Now Fifi we will start simple. ”I gave the person the address of the apartment and they saidit would be about 10 minutes. I hung up the phone and turned the TV on andswitched the channel to some random talk show and waited. About a century laterthere was a knock on the door. I jumped up and hurried over to the door andopened it. He stood there framed in the light of the hall. When he saw me hesmiled and handed me a bag that smelled like fresh baked bread.“I had hoped you would call,” he said as he smiledseductively.I blushed.