On one occasion I could take photos of the masseur and I certainly enjoyed watching another man massaging my naked wife and rubbing her most intimate ...reas. S liked the experiences but never was satisfied to orgasm.A few weeks after her latest massage S suggested that maybe if she had more of a choice of who gave the massage and if she liked one that she could relax more and may behave more regular massages. For this to work we would have to find someone not too far from home, I suggested. My stomach sank, not wanting Mark to interfere with my time with Rob. I tried offering to bring the file to him but he said he had to drive this way anyway and reminded me I had to stay home as Rob would be coming to fix the disposal. I hit the end call button on the phone and slammed it down on the desk, annoyed. I heard a laugh and looked up seeing Rob in the doorway. He’d manage to creep up on me again.“Problems?” asked Rob.“Mark will be here in thirty minutes to collect this,” I answered. Deluge. I like it James. Deluge it is.'With our safe word now picked out and both of us actually kind of tired, we fell asleep. I slept like a baby as did Shelly. In the morning we showered, picked up what little stuff we had laying around and checked out.Driving home, I took us by that bar where Shelly would be another man's slut on Friday. For forty-eight hours she would be under the control of a stranger with a huge cock. I was still a bit worried and wondering how I would be able to protect. "I need a favor," I told him after we greeted each other."What kind of favor?" he asked warily. I explained the situation. His reaction was predictable."That is so stupid!" he said on hearing me out. "What do you need?" he asked after that."I would like you and your NCOs to look them over. I need to know whether they are any good, or if I am getting the sick, lame, and lazy," I told him."Yes, we can look at them for you, and maybe even do a little remedial training if necessary," he told me.