....just long enough to make memories with my wife. Clothes are rarely worn when we are there. I am almost always there, but, there are certain men th...t my wife will take to the cabin alone and spend a weekend with.The hot tub on the deck has been the primary focus of so many memories.The normal routine is the when the man arrives, I will greet them and offer them some drinks, as Susie stays in the master bedroom. I will ask them to shower and put on a robe we provide. When they are on the deck. He kissed all over my lips and face. Then he opened my hairs and I saw his big tent in his pant. He slowly opened my churidar and was he was surprised to see the size of my boobs. He was playing and licking my boobs.Then he went to my pants and stripped it. I was lying in just a bra and panty. I asked him to leave me. But he never listened to my words.He then removed my bra and started squeezing my white boobs and was drinking my milk. After 15 minutes or so, he went down to my panties.He. I even volunteer for the long flights -- oh, the mischief you can get into at 3 in the morning somewhere over Nebraska. Even the married stars get a little wild after a few martinis at altitude.Some of them don't even need the martinis. Take a flight last August.I was assigned to economy class and I was back there herding the cattle into their seats when Jolene tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to switch with her and take the first-class cabin. She looked frazzled; when I asked her about. I was relieved to see three as it somehow seemed less likely that my wife was involved in something illicit with that number.I gazed around the pool and could see drinks, towels and assorted other items at the far end scattered around a table and chairs. As I listened, it became evident that I was only hearing higher voices. Another good sign... probably just Sarah and some of her girlfriends. I wasn't ready to give up my vantage point yet however. I wanted to see who exactly it was with her..