Still holding her hand, he led her in first, and sat right in front of her in the water. I was sitting in a chair nearby, but could not see what was h...ppening directly. As I remember I think it was a bubble-bath, or Jacuzzi tub. I could tell by the look on my wifes face in several moments what he was doing, massaging her vaginal opening and clit. The look in her eyes as she gazed at him, and the head gestures she made when she closed her eyes told me she was more than ready for him. A minute. Your cock is rock hard now and it’s still small so I don’t want it. This is no longer about any physical pleasure for me, only about an experience, one I never want again. “Harder” you beg and my arms are aching but I strive to fuck you harder and faster, the way I would like if the tables were turned. You’re whimpering now and Oh god.. I really hope I don’t sound this pathetic when I’m being fucked but somehow I doubt I could because I don’t pretend to be all macho like you do. You’re wanking. I could feel apprehension growing in my chest as I anticipated Derrick’s greeting. I had somehow to let him know that the sarong covered exactly what he had ordered and that it wouldn’t be there for long. We walked into a vibrant party. People were already dancing to a very good DJ, some of the women quite suggestively. There was a game of Knights and Ladies going on in the pool that was really an excuse for horseplay. The idea of the game was to “unhorse” the girl riding on the guy’s. ‘I let her in, and we faced each other, standing, with this awkward silence for about a second. I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t know if I should. I think I just stood there stupidly. ‘She just said, ‘it’s you, isn’t it?’ ‘She could see I was just a mess at that point. And I’ll never forget the way she just took charge. So therapeutically. ”OK listen’ was how she was starting a lot of her sentences that evening. And I was. ”OK listen, when the shit hits the fan, it’s going to be a madhouse.