We even took a week off of work a few years ago and never got dressed. I needed to go back to work to recover.We got married seven months after that f...rst weekend. The wedding was a spectacle. Italian Catholics and Irish Catholics in the same venue meant it was more of a bash than a wedding. Stacey's mom and dad, as tradition requires, paid for the whole wedding. I offered to help with the booze at the reception only to be handed a wad of cash to help pay for my bachelor party.Not to be. Rod thought to himself, ‘I am going to get to know this lady, I just hope she is not married.’ He made his way over to where she was speaking to some other guests and waited until she had finished her conversation. He then stepped up to her and introduced himself and asked her name. “Hi, I am Rob Sperry, what is your name.” She turned to him and responded, “Hi, you must be Jack’s brother. I’m Stephanie McLean, a colleague of his.” “Well Stephanie, I would love to get to know you some more, as. Then I opened the door for the two guys in the other room to watch her.One guy has been with us before, so as he was massaging his partner, I was taking turns massaging my wife and I started running my hands between her legs to see if she would object. She wriggled but did not say stop so I opened her legs wider and started playing with her clit then rotated between massaging her tits and fingering her cunt whilst smiling at the other guys.He came in, said hi to my wife and started massaging. She gave him that smile that drove him crazy with excitement."Have you been getting some, Linda?"His mother pushed her damp stained panties closer to his lips."I couldn't help it, Jeff, sweetie. My boss made me take it over the desk and he let his bitch of a wife watch me spread wide for his nasty cock. You know how much I hate that upstart masseuse with her silly fake tits."Jeff tried to hide the slippers and the panties before she started to rag on me about being a pervert again. She grabbed.