"I heard the therapist is very good." Oh, is he?" Dianne said."She! The therapist is a woman," Anne replied."In that case, maybe I'll get a massage to...," Bob said."I think you had enough massage last night, Bob," Dianne said. "My arm is still sore from pounding your pud last night." Why Dianne!" Liz said. "Did you play with Bob's dick after you guys went to bed last night?"Dianne nodded and said, "I tried to give the old man a blowjob, but I guess Anne must have worn him out. I had to jack him. I let my fingers glide through her curly blonde hair and for the first time, I made eye contact with stranger in front of us.He smiled and moved his hand over the seat, holding it above Ana’s head. His looked seemed to ask a question that I understood and I hesitantly removed my hand from her head. He slid his hand to replace mine and began to stroke her curly hair, as her head slid up and down in my lap. I watched as this unknown man firmly pushed my wife’s head down onto my cock and I just. Although she didn't resist she didn't help either. Once I pulled the nightie free of her arms and removed her soaked panties I began gently rubbing her dry with the soft, thick towel. Her skin was clammy and covered with chill bumps and she trembled as I dried her. I tried not to notice how hard and pink her nipples were, or how her hips flared out from her waist, or the soft, silken curls that covered her pussy but...I'm just a man.I pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead while. For me to participate, we have to have you in this cock cage except for once a week when I will beat you off into a jar that we will keep in the fridge and keep for a special occasion."I could feel Mike stiffen in my hand, actually, as I told him this part. That was surprising!"If you are well-behaved, the cage will have enough space so you can comfortably get hard. If you become a problem, I am to put you in a curved cage that would make any erection that you might start to get become.