I needed to do something. One lonely night in the hotel I stumbled on a web site for guys and gals who liked to masturbate. Jack in Chat seemed to be ... good place to wander around. Lots of pics of real wives and girlfriends to masturbate too and lots of guys who were looking for a jo buddy.After jacking off to other guys wives for a couple of weeks I started to wish I had some sexy pictures of my wife. I didn’t want to share them on the site, but I wondered if I would like jacking off to my own. Their heads however, the only portionsof their bodies unaltered, were anything but coordinated. While some ofthem shook back and forth in protest, Bobby hung his low in shame andfear. The rest looked around in desperation, apparently trying to seeanything along their path that might aid them in getting out of, oroffer some kind of explanation for, their situation.Reynolds furrowed his brow as he tried to regain some kind of controlover the limbs he now found himself attached to, and propelled. I looked her up and down before I looked into her eyes again. She was smiling from ear to ear. “I’m soooo glad you’ve showed up,” she went on to say. She invited me in and asked me if I liked her top and skirt. Of course I did and I told her I did too. That skirt, from the backside highlighted her ass’ cheeks. “Yeah Patti, I do like your outfit,” I said. “You do, really?” she asked. “Mmmmm, you look nice too. I like your t-shirt,” she added. “Maybe we could just get a little more comfortable. I am sure of that but anyway I was fisting my cock watching her until the big guy came hard inside of her making of her moan louder as he finished up with very hard strokes and slapping her ass a time or two before the video panned back to Heather who was riding one hard cock and breathing fast before having another orgasm. Then suddenly a couple of minutes later catching what I believed words from the other women saying something to my wife, but I was not 100% sure but the thought of what.