Sasami reached around taking the sponge from his hand then promptly began wiping off his broad back. She found herself giggling."You know." Sasami tol... him, tracing her name on his shoulder. "You never let me do this in the bath." And you know the reasons." He told her without looking as Sasami slid forward leaning on his back."Do I?" She sighed towards his ear. "Maybe you should refresh my memory?" It's not proper for a girl your age, Sasami." He said quietly."You bathe with Mayuka?" She told. She was at the gym. As I changed out of my work clothes, I started thinking about what my friend had said. I started to get excited. What would that be like to watch him fuck my wife? I wondered if he had a big cock. Well it had to be bigger than mine. I went to the computer and pulled up some vids of Indian guys fucking white women. I tried to picture my wife as the women. I shot a load part way into the second video. Hmmm, that was weird, in that I never thought of that scenario before and. . close but no cigar. The big ones were too big ... had too high a gravity ... or a myriad of other difficulties ... one even had too high a concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere.The just right ones were occupied with some really close bipedal humanoid look-a-likes but there were politics or religion or ... well ... just plain or!Too small ... weird ... even as much as a thousand miles ... a 23 hour day instead of 24 ... or 20 degrees tilt instead of 23 ... or ever a completely circular. She wasn’t a stick-thin supermodel and was carrying a little bit of weight but it didn’t show in her face yet. Voluptuous was the word that came to mind.“This one?” she double checks as we stand in front of my door. When I nod, she opens and steps inside. I follow, letting the door close behind me.I let the dressing gown slide from my shoulders to pool in a crumpled heap on the floor by my feet. Naked, I approach the receptionist, standing, frozen to the spot.Taking her face in my hands, I.