So I had casually put an Ad on a site reading, “Craving to see your wife getting massaged by a young guy?” I wasn’t expecting many messages and ...like everywhere, there were some timepass guys and some were just picture seekers.But I had a message from a guy who said he was 38 and his wife was 36. He was asking for my number. First I thought this was also a fake but still thought to give it a try. I texted him my number and now waited for his next move.After half an hour, I got a call from an. But who the hell was I to deny the lady’s request? Her nipple was hard and distended when I sucked it into my mouth. Dani had thrust her chest out and her head was thrown back, eliciting moans from her mouth, “Ahh, so good!”My excitement level was at least a fifteen on a scale of one to ten. This concept of ‘being’ this other man who had done this very thing to my wife only two nights earlier was blowing my mind.Our bodies were in unison, Dani pumping up and down, my thrusts into her with every. , I think ita be jus what the doctor ordered for you, ma boy” I had been to Gatlinburg a couple of times , its full of nice shops, restaurants ,even some upper class bars, I had seen the aquarium,the space needle and a lot of the arcade, but the cabins? Way outta my price range, supposed to be really nice, and for almost a week? Against my better judgment I said the hell with it, Id go.Nick picked me up early, said the rest were meeting us there, so I slept a lot of the way, and Im not a. ”“Oh, of course! A girlfriend wouldn’t be in the guest room anyway.”“Go get pretty ... prettier ... Meggie. See you when you get back.”“Aye-aye, Sergeant Jack!”“That’s ‘Master Sergeant Jack’ to you, kid!”Meg stuck out a surprisingly long, pink tongue, then flounced off down the hall.The pizza arrived. I paid and tipped the kid, then got out plates and napkins and put them on the breakfast table in the kitchen.“Soup’s on, Sis!”“Coming!”Meghan came into the kitchen barefoot, and still in her.