We got along great. The only thing we ever argued about was her weight. She would go on diet after diet after diet. She would lose weight then gain it...back. It was a vicious cycle. I pretty much just stayed the same overweight and balding.Over the years we had four kids. They were smart and luckily didn't carry my ugly genes, haha. They were attractive like their mother. They watched their weight. Our two sons played sports which helped them with any weight problem. They were short and stocky. She opened the door and I saw the padded table and massive selection of sex toys, paddles, clamps, hoods, the fucking lot. I'd done a bit of roughty-toughty with my ex husband. He used to like to tie me up with my ankles in the air, fanny spread open while he slapped my arse with his slipper, pretending to be my boss. The dirty bastard gave me a taste for riding roughshot, but I hadn't met anyone after him who was into it.I'd wanked myself off a few times at the thought of being bundled into. She was wearing a robe and Sandro asked her to lay onto her stomach and begged me to put a towel in the middle of her naked body. I did it…I sat down on a chair, as the black guy began on Ana’s shoulders, neck and arms. After a few minutes he shifted the position of the towel, now covering Ana’s buttocks and thighs.After working my wife’s back for a few minutes, he finally took off the towel from her naked body, exposing Ana in all her glorious, curvy magnificence.From here, Sandro worked on. She massages her mounds, and pulls at both nipples, with quick, deliberate tugs.I rise from the bed, cock in hand, and move to the window. Placing one hand on the windowpane, I continue masturbating. My strokes become fast and intense. She glances down at my hard cock, before looking me in the eyes again. I still can’t decipher the look in her eyes. I do not know what thoughts are roaming in her beautiful head. Her hands move down her tummy, soaping every inch of her breathtaking skin before.