We both moaned at the sensations. He held my hands as I started to move torturously slow, just shifting forward and back, getting used to the feel of ...im inside me. I picked up the pace a little, moving up and down his body, until I was bouncing on his cock. It slipped out of me a few times and he hurried to put it back in every time. I slowed down again, gripping him tight with my inner muscles and just moving my hips in a slightly circular way, grinding down on him hard. He moaned and pulled. I had crossed a line and both of us knew it, and now she was irrevocably angry. She stood up without saying a word and walked away from the table, leaving her unfinished food and her bags behind, grabbing only her purse. I gathered up her things and followed after her. I had to run to catch up as she was on a mission."Honey, I'm sorry. Honey, please wait! I'm sorry..."My pleading did no good. She ignored me as she walked back toward the last department store we had visited. She made. Finally she ledinto an exercise room where three other well-rounded men waited. We allwore pink leotards and tights which revealed every inch of flab on ourfigures. For forty minutes, Dr Olga, her own slim figure in black leotardand tights, put the four of us wives through an extensive aerobicsworkout.Strict dieting provided another key component. Every day I completed achart of everything I ate and drank. In my two or three sessions a weekwith Dr Olga, I handed her my daily dietary reports.. “What you were saying about your husband — see what he says. I’ve never been that kind of guy, you know, not kinky or anything, but there’s nothing to stop me, so...”“So you could learn? Is that what you mean?”“I can’t think where I’d find a better teacher.”“Are you all done now?”“Yeah, I’m going to clear up my things and be off. Thanks for a day to remember.”Diane heard the door close. She lay on the floor for another ten minutes before sliding the dildos out, washing them and putting them.