We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Started talking like we’d know each other for years. Because we are both cool like that. And I’m sure the...bartender had noooo idea what was up. (yeah right). Well the gal that got our first round, maybe. But the guy who took over. Yeah, not his first rodeo. After chatting for an hour? About the games on the tv and sharing some stories without getting too personal. The conversation turned to why we were really there. We established that we were both bi,. "John truly is a wonderfully sexy man. In his fifties, he has the body of an athletic thirty year old, toned from decades of swimming and cycling. Jeannie and I were now rubbing both of our hands over John's beautiful tan chest. I stopped with a finger just below his nipple and said, "These are his nipples, and they are the most sensitive area on his beautiful body. Not all men are like him, but John loves to have his nipples touched and pinched and kissed and sucked and bitten. Here, give it a. Gently and lovingly he sponged her over enjoying the sensation of sliding his hands over her contours which he knew he would be unable to do for the next few months When she rose from the bath he dried her down the huge fluffy towel handled softly on her smooth skin, especially on her backside which he knew from experience would be at least bruised and striped on the morrow before she returned to him on the Sunday.He helped her into her favourite silk robe and she then sat on the edge of the. ” I said, “Ok, I promise, now tell me.”He said, “Bahu, whenever I saw you beside your husband closing the door of the room, I always felt a bit jealous. So I wanted to do with you here, in the same room and on the same bed.” I was stunned at his reason. I asked, “So kaka, this means you imagined me in your dreams.” He said, “Who doesn’t? You look no less than a heroine.”I laughed and said “so, now you are banging your master’s wife. How does it feel?” He turned towards me places his hand on my.