You go and answer it and you bring a brunette into the bedroom saying you have invited a friend to come and “help us” become more kinky. I am comp...letely shocked. You get back into bed. She takes her coat off to reveal a bra and knickers stocking and suspenders. She has a pole and beings to dance to some music. You and I sit and watch as she twirls round the pole and slides up and down. I’m feeling embarrassed but quite enjoy watching as she’s so athletic. Then she takes off her bra. She has. It was a Saturday morning when Jay sent me a text message. He was free that morning and wanted to meet at his practice. As intrigued as I was, I was very wary. His practice is in town and that is a very busy area, especially on a Saturday morning.He assured me that we would not be discovered or disturbed and that the practice was closed on Saturdays. We would have time and security there, so I finally agreed. I left the house without telling Mandy where I was going. I was too nervous and also. Four about to become Five.It was a wonderful weekend in its own right. One of those four or five events that all families have in their memory locker. But in a different way, it was exactly what Dave and I needed to give our reconnection a final boost. After two weeks of daily tears, shouting, talks and more tears. Our recovery process as we talked through and tried to understand what had happened in the last weekend with Chris, and in the weeks and months leading up to that. Reluctantly, I stepped closer, and she ran her hand down over my chest muscles and hard stomach. She moved it over my cock and cupped me.I felt my cock try to shrivel up out of her hand. My balls tried crawling back inside me, and I had to steel my body from shuddering in disgust. I felt bile rising in my throat. She looked up into my face, and I felt as if a blunt needle was trying to push into my brain.The pain was excruciating. I stumbled back from her and gagged, and dry retched and bent.