I think my wife deserves a bit of pampering, don‘t you?. She‘s such a good wife, such a beautiful wife. . . .”And even though a crowd of thought... of what this might mean for our friendship clamoured in my mind, I placed both my hands around her nylon clad feet and began to knead her chilled soles.From a place far inside herself, Megan moaned, “Mmmm, you have a lovely touch, Dan.” “That’s right, mate. You take care of down there and I’ll look after her up here,” Aaron said, Then his face loomed. Reaching down,I took hold of the hands she held out to me,and I helped her up onto her knees. She smiled,looking up at me and nipped the head of my cock with her teeth. Without thinking,I slapped her on the cheek,rocking her head to the side. It was an instinctive reaction. I didn't mean to slap her,but Mommy must have loved it! She gripped my balls in one hand,yanking them down, and the base of my cock with her other. Squeezing my balls tight and holding my cock in a vicelike grip,she then. She had me drop my pants, and she began to stroke my rock hard cock. I was so excited that it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load on her before she even got her shirt off.It's been so many years now that the details of that first night are quite hazy, but I do remember that she decided to keep fucking me, so I must have done something right.I was addicted to her! She was naughty and after a while I could see why. She kept telling me about her husband and the stupidly mean things he. I never had the courage or chance to try out, though. Until once I visited my grandparents. They live alone in a village area amidst a rubber plantation and I used to visit them occasionally and stay for a few days. Near their house, there was a room sort of set up for Bengali workers to stay. They used to use the water facilities provided by my granddad.Every evening they would come over to our place and bathe in the pond in our place. I came upon them once during one of my evening strolls..