"Now I'm leaving for a few days. Remember what I said about calling people. Get your things dry-cleaned. I will call you when, and if, I am ready to t...ry to trust you again." Linda quickly packed a few items in the now empty suitcase. "By the way, you are going to have to show me what you did with that dildo at some point; me and perhaps some others as well." With that she walked out of our bedroom and down the stairs. As she reached the door, Linda turned around."Oh and Dan, if I do come back. My wife said she was going to get ready for her massage and left the room to get out of her clothes. She was gone long enough to get showered and shaved. She stood in the doorway looking incredibly sexy. The only thing she was wearing was this little silk robe that barely covered her ass. I got my laptop out and put on the porn we found earlier. My wife turned off the room light and sat down on the futon sofa between the two of us guys. She sought out a hand from each of us. As we sat watching. My horny Harry was likely up to no good again and was responsible for the tingling aroma filling the space around me.The low hum of something battery powered emanated from the master bathroom. The old reprobate must be either shaving or doing something more insidious. I finally identified the scent as the special lubricant we used when Harry was determined to make use of my rear door. It was an act that I personally abhorred with a deep seated distaste. But the poor man begged me and did. Strong masculine hands oiled my tits and circled my nipples, squeezing them, flicking them. Firm feminine hands oiled between my thighs and massaged the lips of my pussy. Hairless and vulnerable, the lips parted as the hands worked into the folds of my cunt and pressed inside me to stroke my G spot. I nearly came from all the sensation, but just as I would moan in agony, the hands would ease off. My juices mingled with the oil and my hot cunt poured over the hands that touched me. They teased.