“What treatments have you booked?” she asked, her eyes still closed in relaxation. “We’re each having a full body massage tomorrow morning, an... shortly you’ll be having some sort of rasul mud therapy, and I’m having some other sort of thing,” I lied. There was a little murmur of contentment and I said nothing more.Eventually one of the spa girls appeared and asked us to follow her to our treatment room. She opened the door, and said “there’s you bucket of mud therapy, I’ll be back in 45 minutes. I thought for sure he could be a perfect candidate formy infidelity. But I wanted to be sure first so I gotto know him slowly. After a while I flirted with him.He didn't seem to mind to I would go further each time.Eventually one night my husband and I and my sister andher husband went out to a club. Dancing and drinking.We got pretty loaded and I dragged him onto the dancefloor. We started dancing together. I put my handsbehind him and pinched his ass. He in return did itback. I turned around. She groaned with each thrust and the constant pressure on the unknown thumb on her clit. Suddenly she felt a wet tongue stroke across her clit and her vagina spasm to the touch. As the cock in her mouth grew, Nancy prayed her body would not betray her, but knew it was too late. Nancy felt the tender lips wrap around her clit and the gentle tugging at the now erect bud. She tried to protest around the cock in her mouth, but it only came out as mumbles."Finally, the bitch is getting wet, she's. "Yeah." Strip. Then do me."There was barely a moment of silence before I heard the rustle of clothes, the double-thud of Mac's shoes dropping on the floor. I had to shift my prick in my briefs, it was painful curved down. I could feel a drop of precum oozing out as I imagined the scene on the other side of the wall. Mac, tall, long dark brown hair, gorgeous eyes, hairy chest, slender, well-muscled; Sam, just over five feet tall, with short light brown hair, still slightly chubby. It had been.