I was the luckiest guy in town. Most of her free time was now spent at the gym working out or with me. She worked out several times a week, and it was...definitely beginning to show. Her whole outlook on life, and sex, had completely changed since coming to me to help her relieve her early aches and tensions. A simple massage was all she needed, or so I thought. As time passed, her reasons for massage became apparent. Now her aches were usually from over extending it at the gym, and tensions. She’s in our Lib Arts class and I think I’ve talked her into being a nipple model for Arthur over the break. I knew you’d want to meet her.”“Hi, Susan. Aren’t you in my poetry survey class?” Annette said. I noticed she often took the lead when we were in a group setting. Morgan was right there to back her up, but Annette controlled the conversation.“I thought I recognized you,” Susan said.“Grab your lunch and sit with us so we can get to know you.”“So, um… you’re really Art’s girlfriends and. The next weekend couldn't come quick enough. Wednesday rolled around so I posted on Craigslist searching for guys to use my wife. Friday finally arrived and we drank a few extra shots this time while I watched for sings that the mixture was taking effect I suggested to her she'd not taken her medicine an watched as she quickly doubled the dose that had brought so much enjoyment the last time. We end up in bed playing around till she's laying in bed nude an unconscious waiting to be used. For. . My dick is growing harder against your ass. You feel my hand in your hair and abruptly your head is jerked back to expose your neck. You're whimpering and moaning under the kisses alone. Such a needy slut already. Your panties are flooded and you're mentally begging me to at least rub over them.I continue to kiss your neck and rub your legs. Impatiently, you reach down and the instant you do, I grab your hands, roll you onto your stomach and pin you down. Your ass goes up slightly, oh how you.