“Look at that ass.”“Get her!”The two of the three at the fire raced after my illusion. Their rapacious hunger for the busty, curvy woman I cre...ted sent them pounding through the dark brush. I guided her down the trail, crouched above on the hilltop, my fingers constantly sketching her. My imagination focused on moving her, on her blonde hair streaming behind her, her breasts heaving.“No!” she screamed, her voice throaty and intoxicating. “Oh, Gods, no! Help! Help!”“No one's gonna help you,. Katie just looked at me in disbelief that all this just happened. I got up and kissed her on the forehead and said happy anniversary. She lay back down just to catch her breath; she covered herself with the sheet and enjoyed a relaxing moment. I sat back in the chair and cherished the thought of knowing that I just watched my wife fuck a black guy. Michael knocked and re-entered, completely dressed. He asked if we enjoyed the massage and thanked us for the business. He gave us a business card. She told me about this experience so I am writing it from her perspective. It is so hot I just had to write about it.I was on a business trip. I had took my seat in first class and had been sitting there for 20-30 minutes. First class passengers are allowed to board first so I was waiting for some time to everyone to board and take off. I was in the aisle seat and the seat next to me was empty which was fine by me. A nice flight by myself I thought. I got interested in a magazine and wasn't. ”“Yes, honey, it does. I’ll pray for you to get things straight.”“I appreciate the prayers,” I said. I disconnected the call. Buddy reached over and touched my shoulder.“I’m sorry all over the place, Mimi. I’m sorry you lost all this. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you...”“You have helped me, Buddy,” I said. We drove away.He reached over, squeezed my hand. “If I can do anything to help...”“It’s been a tough year. Divorce. Now this.” And I don’t know what made me do it, but I put my hand back over.