I was supposed to go over to Nina Marsdale's for drinks this afternoon. This was the day she'd been invited by Mrs. Marsdale, wife of the director of ...he Marina Tennis Clinic to socialize with some of the other women associated with the club and she was rather pleased about it.Quickly, she dabbed some perfume behind her ears and frantically raced around looking for her car keys. At last she found them and was on her way. She arrived a little late but hoped that Mrs. Marsdale was sufficiently. “Feels good,” she said, a little timidly.“Kind of like a massage,” I suggested. She nodded.I squirted more stuff on my left hand and rubbed both hands together. I went around behind her.“Lift your arms, please,” I said, as professionally as I could.She did, and I reached around under them, starting on her stomach.She hissed, and leaned back against me. I stroked her abdomen, my hands going in circles to cover her well. I wasn’t aware there are millions of nerves there, associated with her. 'My dick immediately strained as hard as ever, and I suddenly felt light headed.Elizabeth: 'Fuck Freddy, you just made me so wet! I can't stop looking at it! My hubby is downstairs, but don't worry I'm gonna tell him.'Just when I thought the conversation couldn't heighten beyond the level of eroticism that it was already at, my wife texted her own image.It was a close-up shot of her beautifully puffy pussy, her pale folds inflamed with arousal, and her delicate fingers rummaging across her. She was listening very intently. I pacified her and dropped her in her PG and left for my home. The next day I was surprised to see her, she was looking bright and cheerful with jasmine flowers in her head. This sudden change made something blossom deep inside me. I was not lusting her, she always wore loose chudis and it was hard to make out her contours through it but I felt something for this girl.One day I was out with my team for a stay in a resort, there was this other girl in my team who.