The other day I hit her up again and met up with her. This time we didn't need to get acquainted so the action started off after just a minute or two ...of small talk and laughter. After the chatting was done she knew the drill and put a pillow on the floor so she could drop to her knees and get to business. I was almost completely hard already and waiting to feel the same pleasure she gave me before. She pulled my cock out without a second thought and started draining the life out of it. I think. I will do anything you say, please don’t hurt yourself”.“Why do you care about me now? Didn’t it come in your mind when you were dancing so closely to that guy?”, I asked.“Sorry, please forgive me. I will never betray you again. You are my everything, I will do anything to please you”, my cheating girlfriend said.Hearing this, I thought of taking revenge.“Ok , so I will punish you for cheating on me and for being an unfaithful girlfriend. Then only I can think of forgiving you”. Saying this, I. Next thing I saw was Sarah kissing Paul, tiny pecks at first then lingering a little longer each time until her lips were pressing against his and becoming more passionate. This was an unusual turn of events to say the least, my mind fogged by the wine but somehow figuring that feelings of loss can sometimes manifest into sexual desire and this could be what my wife was feeling at this moment in time.A few moments later Sarah and Paul both looked my way remembering the situation at hand, I. There inside was a folding massage table. “Set it up. I am a great masseuse!” I did as I was told. If she was talking, I didn’t hear her. I couldn’t have heard anything over the beat of my heart that was pounding in my head. I hopped up on the table and lay on my stomach. “What do you think you’re doing?” I rose up onto my elbows and asked, “What do you mean?” “I mean get the hell out of those clothes, you silly man. How can I give you a massage like that?” she laughed. I took off my shirt and.