. She just..." I mumbled, looking up at her. I was fucked. She would divorce me. "No, baby, its okay," she said, looking down at me with a smile. "You...were here the whole time?" I said. I was so confused. "Yes, I was here the whole time. The masseuse was asking me if it was okay. If I was good with her making you cum. Baby, she wasn't asking you." My head was spinning. My wife had watched the massuese get me off? Had encouraged it? I couldn't believe it. Why had she let it happen? "Well, now I. It was something very close to being what one could describe as "Love" because I found my pulse racing and my heart beating fast as I did my best to stretch to accommodate his oversized cock. At one point when I was near to fainting from the excitement of his manipulations, I distinctly heard him reciting his prayers as if he were doing God's work to sooth my frantic nerves and muscles. I leaned back into his manly cock and let him give me his spunk with complete abandon and loss of any sense. . Bending forward to pull them all the way down, a teasing move...“And now here I am...” and she turns around to face us. Slimmish, pale, with soft boobs, hard nipples, and a tiny strip of pubic hair running from above her clit a couple of inches toward her belly ... Full frontal for us and her workmates – and no shame. She doesn’t try to cover anything up, infact, the only thing she’s wearing is a wicked little smile that suggests the only thing sexier than fucking a dog on television, is. Just the sight of tits would make me cream my pants."She laughed at me again, then pulled me down beside her. She rolled onto her side and put one arm on top of me."Thank you. That was better than I could have ever dreamed." You're welcome," I replied. I thought of something a little too late, but felt the need to ask her anyway."Um, I hate to ask this because I should have been the one to think about it...but I wasn't wearing a condom and I just shot a load into you. I think you're great and.