I knew I wouldn't, and I didn't. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour.My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in colle...e, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain.Oh, right.Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends; their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker.We danced around one another at first, as will all new. I’m going to leave the door open.”“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “It’s a bit risky.”“You’ll be there and anyway, what’s he going to do? He’ll shit himself with the two of us here. We’ll ask him why he thinks its okay to grope people, give him a bollocking then fuck him off out of here and we’ll do it quick. I am still so fucking horny and if I don’t get laid soon, I am going to scream.”With that she hung up. I moved a bit closer to the man so I could get a view of our window and a few. Two fingers over each lip, but I made sure not to go between them, not yet. I was about to leave the room, when she suddenly spoke to me. “Dana honey, come here.” She said quietly. My heart pounded heavily when she beckoned me. It was not in excitement, but fear. Had she figured out my motives? Was this the end of our weekly massage time? I hoped not. This was too good to be done with now.Trembling, I walked back up to her. She did not seem angry so my fears dispelled some. I was still scared.. She started to moan slightly and push her mound forward as I was tickling her. She kissed and sucked my forehead and cheeks where she could reach. She pulled me up to reach further down on the top of my chest. I abandoned her breasts and helped her with her quest by coming up while holding on to her lovely round and soft shoulders. Eventually I was standing up on my knees bringing my right leg around her. Given her width I was resting on her upper belly. Her tits were tickling my own belly.