The place was empty. The lights were on a motion sensor and they turned on right when we walked in. This place beat my weight set in the garage where ... worked out. Very hi-tech. I hit the weights and she starts on the stair master. Now I know how she keeps her tight ass in shape. While working out I look around and notice that there is no camera and my fantasy of fucking her on a weight bench kicks in. But right when I was gonna make my move someone walks in and starts walking on treadmill. A. ..and yes i was, so much so that again when my head hit the pillow after my wife fell asleep with no sexual contact, i started dreaming about Bill, i was putting a shelf up and while i was levelling it i asked him to get a screwdriver out of one of my cargo pants pockets and he came behind me and placed his hand inside one of the side pockets and ran his hand over my cock and started wanking me until i was rock hard he then told me to put the shelf down pushed me against the wall knelt down. They comforted each other, ignoring their hunger and the ugly noises which gradually reduced in frequency with the passage of the hours.If there was anyone left around, Steve “Santa Claus” Stanislaw didn’t become aware of them. (He was called that because he had a deep infectious chuckle and a sunny disposition. Probably nothing to do with his last name.)He suggested to Buddy “Let’s get a drink, where’s water?” making it clear enough that the drink was water, and the water was to drink so he. Somewhere along the way I just got caught up in the fantasy and I found myself getting really turned on by it, living the part of being that sort of woman and feeling my husbands fire and passionate sex.By then I was a regular at the club, pulling off five and six night a week, but still only £60 a night. One day I came home and there had been a parcel delivery for me and when I opened it, it was full of sexy lingerie, I mean stuff that made me blush, my husband had ordered it online, "We can't.