We had sat at a table and had some drinks and had small talk. His wife had some amazing cleavage that was hard not to stare at. They asked if I would ...e available during the weekend to watch them go at it. I agreed although it was only monday and I was already felt like wanking it. I was very anxious to watch them with the curves on her body watchcing her get filled would be amazing. When they left watching her walk away in her tight blue dress was giving me an erection seeing her ass crack. Wasnt sure what he was doing but as he said "ready?" I opened my eyes and responded "Yes" and seen his feet and legs walking around the table. I noticed he did not have his jeans on anymore. I imagined he was naked as well. He walked around once, then i felt his warm slippery hands begin to caress my shoulder and neck area. Warm oil he began to pour onto my bag and down my legs, then with his strong hands he began to massage my body. Shoulders down to my legs. At times rubbing on my ass but. It had been a great evening at the bar. The band was fantastic and her friends had made themselves scarce when the guy standing beside her had struck up a conversation, and eventually left with her. The key turned in the lock and they entered the darkened living room. He tossed his leather jacket on the chair as she went up the stairs towards her bedroom. This is perfect, she thought, no pretense, just a fantastic ending--if looks mean anything--to a long dull workweek. He walked past her. A very distorted view of our world I fear.”“I began to realise that the more we chatted and the more I learned about what went on between you and her. To be honest I’m still a little confused about some bits.”“Maybe this weekend will answer some of it.”I decided to change the subject. “You have a lovely home,” I said and raised my glass to her.She responded in turn by raising hers and we clinked together. “Would you like a tour?”“I’d love one.”“I’ll show you upstairs first. I try and keep out.