There also was another episode which I have shared in another story here where the masseur and I got to do more with her.This latest occasion was a li...ttle different. We both attend the group massage training I found on the net close to our home. There are three rooms, great tables, oils and instructions, the masseur has been massaging for ten years with an average group of six or more, aged forty five and over.He demonstrates to us all and then we pair up and practice. With the group, my wife. I wouldn't be needin' that no more."Got us a little cheat, boys." Tex held up the cards he'd found and Bucky looked around nervously."You stupid some bitch." Slim shook his head."Get a rope," old Frank Carlisle said.Frank was in his fifties and one of the foremen. He didn't stay in the bunk house, but somebody had gone running for him quick once my knife was out of the wood. He was old school rodeo and tough as a mule's ass come sundown."Now hold on..." Bucky licked his lips, looking for. ."She just shook her head and tears were now flowing unchecked down her cheeks. "Pete, no! Pete, I'm an Iowa girl. I would love it in a small Illinois town. A career? What a joke! Darling, my idea of the ideal career is to be barefoot and pregnant with one of your babies suckling at my breast." Then she brightened and said, "Pete, I would be proud to be your mistress, though. Perhaps I could even be your concubine and carry your children in my belly. But married? That's ridiculous and just. Here was my wife telling me all of this and for a moment I was jealous and almost paralyzed with rage but then I realized that if my wife had wanted to go out and fuck a black guy there was absolutely nothing stopping her. I was little different than poor Dave who was clueless that his prim and proper wife was now a black cock whore. A wedding ring doesnt plug holes my friends but my wifes respect for me and our marriage had kept her from straying &hellip, so far. I was proud of my wife that.