It felt wonderful. I felt Johns hands sliding up and over my back, cupping my ass checks, and pushing on my rose bud. Mel had left my front and leaned...over my back and was kissing John while he rubbed me all over.Mel then grabbed my hips and righted me on to the bed and pushed me down onto my front. He placed his body on mine and slowly started to move his cock up and down my slit and rubbing my bred hole. It felt beyond amazing. I shut my eyes, smiled, and just let him do what he wanted.I. How her yoga top kept them in, I could not explain. They were perhaps the biggest boobs I had ever seen. Even more important, they were a few feet from me.She was wearing a gold necklace that was dangling in front of her huge rack. Her deep cleavage was in perfect view. I was licking my lips. She strained to lift her head to look at me. “Aren’t you going to help me?” she said loudly again. “You’ve been here the whole time. Did you get a call from Teresa or a text today?” I said. “I. Everywhere we went she held my hand or linked arms and for everyone to hear she called me "Daddy". She had her nails done, we went shopping, ate at a very expensive restaurant, she had cocktails and champagne, I spent a fortune. All day this went on until after we had eaten our evening meal and i had given her a "loan" of cash, she said "Why don't we go back to your room so i can say thank you properly."We went back to the room with another bottle of bubbly and as soon as we entered the room. I was a married man, after all. In sixteen years, I never stepped out on my wife. Not once. Other men in my circle, within two, three years . . . they all had mistresses. It was just . . . part of life. Part of our world.’ ‘Girls are trophy wives and guys have affairs,’ I said, recalling Erin’s words. Ian smiled ruefully. ‘Yeah,’ he said, then suddenly jabbed at his chest and gave me an emphatic look. ‘But I never gave in!’ I stared up into his eyes. ‘Yes, you did,’ I said softly. His.