Our tongues have touched, and I know I will never feel the same way again – suddenly I wonder if this could be my very last first-kiss ever. I hope ...he feels it too.My tongue chases after hers…into her mouth. Our tongues meet and twist together. I feel her breath in my mouth, I feel her hands finally leaving the belt and sliding up over my arms, her fingers are on my face, in my-still damp hair. She holds my kiss to her face. I know she doesn’t want this to end either.We stand there, just. I was thankful that the masseuse was standing onthe opposite side of the table so I had a good view. Thenit dawned on me that he knew someone may be in thecubical watching. So naturally he would be on that side.The towel was moved down to the small of her back and heworked his way over her back slowly. Andrea’s head wasturned towards me, and I could see the look ofsatisfaction on her face. Zimba (Ha Ha) moved the towelup now, and exposed my wife’s cute little ass! I watchedas his. Now the idea was who will take the first step..She was serving me food and was coming very close to me where I could smell her..The pungent body odour with the powder smell all mixed together…I could bear it for one minute and after that I don’t know it turned me on to the level that I got up rushed to her ,tore her blouse and started to kiss her..I don’t know why what animal instinct I had ignited in myself with that smell and she too just hugged me and said in broken English..I love you sahab. "He let go of my hand and continued. "We have known each over for a coupleof years now, but we have respected each other's privacy and there ismuch you do not know about me. First I should tell you that I married ayear ago. Sorry I did not invite you to the wedding, I had my reasons,but don't worry they had nothing to do with you." The marriage has not been particularly successful so far. The sex hasbeen great, but not very frequent. My wife is not always around or in themood. She is in her.