"My name is Mathuga," he said. "Mine is Miriam," she half turned to shake his hand before she realized that she was topless and letting him see some o... her bare breasts. Miriam flushed. The young muscular black boy knelt down beside the beautiful blonde lady. He started on her back, rubbing the scented oil into her smooth white skin. His fingers worked wonders on her as she began to relax. Miriam had massages before but none as erotic and as sensual as this one. His strong black fingers. I knelt down and reached out, pulling the lacy panties into the closet. I put the moist crotch to my nose, and the heady, musky-sweet odor made my head spin. When I looked up, Lynda was kneeling between my husband's widespread thighs. Her tiny pink tongue was licking at my husband's corded stomach. Bob's hands were holding her shoulderlength hair back so I could see her licking him.Lynda's small hand was wrapped tightly around the thick base of Bob's huge blood-filled prick. Now her face was. I don’t know how five middle-aged women considered themselves ‘girls’, but whatever. The biggest clue was that she was happy.My wife was a self-centered harridan and happy wasn’t on her list of viable personality traits. Until then.She had become even colder to me and the children. That wasn’t as horrible as it could have been. We were used to our home being a place where she came to sleep and our family being a verbal punching bag. Now she wasn’t even pretending to care. No calls to say she. When I sent them to see Charlotte first, some thought this was a stupid idea and lost interest, but most of my pretenders went to talk to her and came back showing me her confirmation that they had completed the questionnaire. I danced with quite a lot of boys whenever the band was playing and stood around chatting when the musicians took a break. The fact that the black light over the dance floor showed everyone the shape of my underwear didn't bother me. After all this wasn't very different.