She couldn’t help fingering her pussy for him while looking at the bulge of his crotch.“I see that your husband has left you in a bad way. Perhaps...I can help you?” he asked offering his hand and eyeing her sensual looking body.“This isn’t the first time my husband has made me really horny in a bar or club then gone to the washroom.”“Would you like to have a slow dance first?” he asked implying they would fuck after.“Yes, my husband doesn’t mind sharing me.”She accepted his hand to stand and. ‘Norman, what do you have to lose? It’s only a few dollars to reregister your profile on this dating service site. They’ve already e-mailed you that they have the perfect woman for you. You just might meet your soul mate,’ said Sheila, a co-worker, with a giggle probably from the thought of wondering who on planet Earth would be his soul mate. He rejoined and agreed to meet Cynthia, a brown haired, brown eyed, plain girl of average everything but for an unexpected spike in per capita income. Then his soapy hands were all over her shoulders and back and sliding around to cup and massage her breasts and, again, she couldn't breathe. He pulled her back against his chest as his hands slid over her distended nipples and dipped down to rub her belly. She fully expected those slippery hands to dip lower and, while her conscious mind screamed at her to stop this immediately, her knees smacked into the sides of the tub loud enough to make a dull thunking noise. She registered the pain of. And my wife was sucking my cock. Pleasuring my manhood if you will.Then I felt a hard slap. A slap on my bare ass. You’re enjoying this too much my key holder said. Then she ordered me into the bedroom. I stood a few seconds because my wife still had my cock in her mouth. Then my key holder slapped my ass again. This time harder than she has this night. I told you, in the bedroom. Now march she said as she slapped my ass a third time. I reluctantly stepped back and walked away from my wife. As.