"Enter this into your phone". She took down his number. "For if you're feeling dirty..." He smiled and walked away his arm tracing across her shoulder... as he headed out of the room.My wife turned around and headed straight out towards the women's locker room. No gaze. Nothing. A few minutes later I got a text saying to meet her in the car - she was ready to leave.I took my time, showered, got out to the car and sat waiting. She walked out of the gym. Her tits jiggling as she strutted over to. He reached for the bag from the bath shop on the empty seat beside him. He pulled out the bodywash he’d bought for Nikki and popped open the cap. The entire car seemed to fill with the scent of powder and roses. It seemed cheap and even a little tawdry when he thought of the natural scent of her arousal. The comparison was too laughable to exist. He felt foolish and decided it would be better not to give it to her at all.He’d felt like a confused fool standing in the shop while his brain tried. Suddenly the cock ramming down my throat stopped and began jerking, shooting jet after jet of cum down my throat. Then the cock pounding my swollen pussy began firing its load of spunk deep into my gushing pussy, and I exploded. The intensity of that orgasm just simply cannot be described or explained. Unless you have had an orgasm like it, you just can’t begin to comprehend what it felt like. I slumped in my bindings, and drifted off into nirvana. I don’t know how long the blissful euphoric. .. I've still got the guy's jacket and I never even found out what his name was. I start going through the pockets of the jacket while Joe starts making inferences that go right over my seriously obtuse head. The jacket smelled of Old Spice, weed, and menthols. In the inside pocket, I found his wallet, and inside that, a business card with a phone number. For the record, his name was Jesus. Turns out the guy sold used cars, and he carried a pager. I plugged sent the guy a page from Joe's phone,.