I filled up on crackers as I sipped my vodka martini’s, one after the other.I was mingling and everyone was having a blast. I think we all were loop...d. Hand shakes became shoulder tapping and shoulder tapping became back rubbing. We were like a family here and all was good.I remembered that around seven, I was supposed to call my husband and went looking for a phone. My boss handed me his cell and pointed to a room off to the side of the main room so off I went. I told my husband to pick me up. We didn’t hang out per se, but we managed to be friendly during our run-ins at the beach. By then, Roxy had been tucked away into my vault of memories, no longer actively haunting me. My new Zen state hadn’t happened overnight, in fact it had been months in the making. I’d cleaned my house of all traces of her in the weeks after our break up. I broke that surfboard she’d given me into fine chunks in my garage one night with a sledgehammer and a bottle of tequila by my side. It was my way of. She was really enjoying the massage. I let my fingers move down slightly more. I was now massaging both sides of her cheeks and she wasn’t stopping me. I was rubbing her ass all over and she was squirming under my touch, I made sure to pull the towel slightly and the weight made it fall to the floor, but instead of reacting she let me continue rubbing her butt, I was now staring at what had consumed my fantasies since childhood. I couldn’t believe my hands were all over her ass and she loved. A spark went through me. He was slow and gentle.After some time, he lowered his hand again and placed his hand fully on my thigh. He and I didn’t look at each other. Realizing I wasn’t reacting, he slowly massaged my thigh. I really wanted this to happen. My husband was watching the movie and he didn’t know any of this happening.Then he moved his hand up to my crotch area slowly. He touched my pussy from outside the jeans. The spark was intense. He rubbed his hand slowly. I made my legs little.