Of course I love my husband, she told herself. Truth was, she wasn't sure just what men meant by love. One thing she knew for sure was that she wasn't...always ready to give them what they wanted in exchange for those silly words. Oh she loved Andy enough, and had always cared for him in her own way. Why else would she have married him? Of course, his being something of a celebrity had been important to her too! But it wasn't only that. She'd guessed what her life style would be, what her social. We both laughed and walked back into the living room.By now my wife was still giggling to herself bumbling about trying to undo her shoes, when Mike asked her if he could help her. She slumped back on the sofa and said he could if he didn't mind. Mike looked at me as if for approval and I told him to go for it. I needed the toilet anyway so left them to it.When I walked back in the room Mike had removed both my wife's shoes and was stroking her legs. When he noticed me standing there he stopped. But he didn’t’t fuck me the first time. So I came for massage for the next time. As usual I stripped naked and laid on the massage table. I waited for the ordinary pleasant procedure) Everything started from neck massage. Then his strong hands were moving down. Now he is massaging my butt. He was moving apart my buttocks, very wide that time. And my pussy got so wet as usual. I wanted to touch him, but I was laying still and enjoyed the sexual thoughts and his hands touches. He started to. Robert was interested in the student but more interested in the young lad. He now was thinking that this kid did this often if anyone was interested. So he followed him to his house noting the address. Across the street was a tram stop with a bench. He sat on it a long enough time to note the arrival of a working-class mother and father. Both looked overworked, stern and unforgiving.Robert worked out a plan for both of them. He wasn't interested in sucking dicks or in getting stuck in the arse..