" She responds with, "You're getting pretty excited and slides her hand down my pants to discover my fully erect cock. To aid her stroking I take my p...nts and underwear off, and then attempt to do the same with her. At this point I get another 'flag on the field.' "Umm, it's cool that you're alright with my bush, but I know where this is leading and I don't want to take my jeans and panties off." "Why not," I ask, pretending not to know. "Well, let's just say, the bush goes on if you know what. The restraint, at least in this configuration, looked uncomfortable, and was. “Move your hands and wrists around.” Ellie had little room in which to move her wrists and hands. When she did, her hands and arms rubbed against the sharp corners of the bed leg, causing her some pain and discomfort. Plan B: I used my suit tie to secure the woven leather portion of the restraint to the bed leg, giving Ellie more room to move and twist her hands. Problem solved! I took two pillows from the bed and. Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let’s say I’m in my later forties. It is an out an out lie, but for the sake of my ego, please bare with me. I have been married to the same woman since I turned 19. You do the math, but it equates to very many years. During this time, we have managed to produce a couple of kids, bring them up and got shot of them as they branched out on. I stroked her pussy a few times, just to get her worked up, and withdrew my fingers. As she moaned in frustration, I beckoned to Bill. I was confident my wife would not hear him over the music, but he walked carefully and quietly. I gestured, soundlessly asking if he wanted to do the same. He grinned widely, and put his hands out to feel my wife. His dark hands stood out in stark contrast to her white skin. Bill was gentle, slowly massaging my wife’s perfectly heart-shaped ass, his hard cock.