..was going through a time when she would go out with girlfriends like every weekend and most of them I didn't know and was never invited to meet. One...Friday night she was supposedly "going over to a girlfriend's house to watch a movie". This friend I knew, but I also knew that this friend wanted my wife to spread her wings a little and get fucked by her hubby. Of course wifey had always acted very disgusted by this idea. About 8 pm I got a call from wifey, but when I said "hello" you could. He dialed the phone and asked if her schedule was booked. When he hung up he winked at me, said a local masseuse had no bookings for the rest of the day and would be here soon. In a few minutes a curvaceous dark haired beauty entered and looked around. Full lips, green eyes, fashion model looks, blouse about to pop it's buttons, tight black skirt with a slit to the hip on one side. The bar tender nudged me and said this is your tour guide, Sasha. I stuck my hand out to shake hers, but she took. After the first couple of rings, Jazzy started to hang up when she heard his voice.“Hello, this is John,” he said. After a minute of silence, he repeated, “This is John. Who is this?” John knew that it was one of his friends because he did not give out his phone number to just anyone. “Answer me or I am going to hang up.” He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the number, but it was marked private.As he was ready to hang up, he heard a soft voice, almost a whisper say, “John, this is. She seemed still in confusion. Without wasting time, I held her by hand and dragged her into men’s section and then into a room.Once inside, she tried to say something, “What…”I put my hand on her lips. “Shhh.. no talk.”She fell silent.I asked, “How old are you?”“30”.“Tell me the truth,” I demanded.She looked surprised. Then slowly said, “33”.“That’s a good girl. Do you want to feel like 20 years old again?”She was puzzled by my question. Nonetheless, she nodded her head in ‘yes’.I said, “Pull.