' I glanced towards the back of the store and saw another man smiling at us going through the curtain. I leaned back against the body of my holder, hi... penis of some size and throbbed violently between my buttocks. I replaced the mag and slowly started to walk back towards the rear of the store. There was other guys in the store that took little notice of our movement, so I thought. Once we we in the viewing area my companion let out a slight whistle. From the far end we heard a similar reply. I understand the need. I do. And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it was with some other woman who's prettier, and healthier, than me! I could understand that. I really could. But---I'm glad it's not with another woman. That's easier for me to accept. It's not the same with another man. This other guy doesn't threaten me, as another woman would." I don't want to hurt you, okay?" I said. "It's just that...", and before I could. I'm not opening it for you."I unpacked both bags. All he had was a change of clothes and a shaving kit. A quick shower for me, and I was out to the living room.He too changed quickly, and we soon sat enjoying the air conditioner."You cool with all this?" he ventured."Yes, we've halfheartedly joked about it for years. Our marriage is stable. Anyway, we came to the conclusion that we two couples have sailed together, golfed, partied, danced and now uh well it's, sort of, (that word again) just. “Take them off. Now!” I had no option and took off everything except my pants. “Those too,” she said, putting her fingers in the waistband and sliding them off. My swollen cock sprang out as she pulled them down and I couldn’t help noticing Jenny’s excited reaction. “Bend over,” she instructed making me stand astride the piano stool. She stepped up close and told me I would receive 12 strokes of the cane. Then she turned to Jenny, and handed her the cane. “I think you can give him the.