We hit terra firma uneventfully and I was planning on finally learning the awful truth, but when I got off the plane there was a scared looking little...guy in a pair of tiger print scrubs waving a sign with my name. I went over reluctantly and introduced myself. He returned the favor. His name was Arnie Pederson and it didn’t take a genius to realize this was the office manager with delusions of Bill Joy running through his head. Now his dick was in a wringer and he knew it. I was his one chance. Then because of it being an accident, both my wife's and Amber's policies paid double. I mean I wasn't in Sam's category, but I was doing alright. I made just over $60k a year, had $100,000 in each of the girls' college funds, and I had a few investments, mainly ones Sam gave me some tips on. So I had about 80k in my bank accounts, and maybe another 75k in investments.Sam, on the other hand, had taken his three million and invested wisely. He bought the dealership, and generally had more now. I was invited over to their house several times, had dinner, talked and had a gala time. More often she'd seek my company while going out. It would be a day of fun and enjoyment. Having dinner at her place and going out were not the only amusements we had. Some days after work she'd call me out. Those would be when she had bad or stressful days at work. A long walk or our favorite coffee shop were our usual camp. When we got late from returning, her husband would call and she'd then say she was. That little bit of contact, plus the fact that there were no washcloths, meaning that I was scrubbing with my hands, made my penis erect again.He then turned around and asked if I wanted my back scrubbed. I always like a solid scrubbing, so I agreed. We traded spots and he started scrubbing. He was noticeably closer to me than I was to him, so close in fact that his cock was gently resting in my ass crack. He was also harder than me, almost fully hard.As he cleaned my back, I felt him rubbing.