Sheila might play Mistress Cynthia, but it was an act.After her revelation, Sheila led us to the XTreme Gyms part of her building. She called it the r...bbit hole, which fit perfectly. More for the surreal file. On that side, we met Sharon, a yoga instructor who seemed nice. In this context, "nice" was not a compliment. I did a double take when Sheila asked Sharon to cover her fitness clients during the honeymoon—and would not take no for an answer. Both sides impressed. Sharon raised some damn. My lookers are probably my best feature. I've never really liked anything else body-wise, so they're kinda the only thing I like besides one OTHER thing...Anyway, on with this story...A while back I was having some personal issues. I was forgetting long spans of time, getting into arguments, blacking out and then later learning I was just in an angry rage. It took one really serious event to kick me in the ass and snap me out of that funk. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two. We’d slept for only about 15 minutes. “Well, it would have been bad to sleep longer, but it would have been almost tragic if the phone had rung while we were writhing around having such marvelous sex. Especially if she’d had my cock in her mouth” I thought! To give Karen some phone privacy and to take care of some personal hygiene issues, I ran into the shower and quickly washed my crotch. That made my dick hard again, but that wasn’t a bad thing. As Karen was still on the phone, I grabbed my. Eating everything very seductively. I was having a bad time keeping the bulge down in my pants from just seeing her. The time had come to make my move and I used a very old trick to keep my wife at the table while I was gone.I faked having some stomach trouble and finally told my wife i needed the restroom to relieve the pressure. I had pulled this before and she had never followed me to see how I was doing. When I got up from the table, Leslee's eyes were all over me, I gave her a wink to let.