So without any further late let’s jump into the erotic story.One day I received an appreciation hangout massage from one reader called Ms. Indu (nam... changed) age 34 have good physic a well maintained shape, messaged me saying that she read my stories and interested in meeting me, we initially had some regular chatting as thoughts of both of us are clear we doesn’t take much time for meeting and finally the day for meeting and she suggested me the place and her vehicle details, and I have gone. You hand me a set of elastic bands, and instruct me to go to the washroom and wrap my nipples, to not play around because You will be checking them when i get back. i do so, despite the extreme tension already in my tits - this is crazy intense and i have no idea how i'll get thru the remainder of the meal. When i return You are true to Your word; as You lean in with a big kiss, You reach into my dress to inspect my nipples. Finding them to Your satisfaction, you give each an appreciative pinch. Loading the car I waved to Jean who just gave me a smile as I could see her hubby lurking in the background, whilst across the road I could see Mark's van outside of Lisa's. Weekends, I thought with a wry smile, glad mine move about a bit.I reached Wendy's at pretty much ten on the dot and she welcomed me in looking a lot different to her working attire. No makeup and a long loose T-shirt covering the top of some black leggings which, for all they hid her legs, did not hide their shapeliness,. So, Amy would be alone with me much of the time.I’m sure that her parents trusted me with their daughter since I was a forty-five-year-old man married to Cynthia, who is a beautiful woman. What they have no way of knowing is that my love life with my wife is almost non-existent. We had drifted apart over the past year since she got that research grant and she's always tired and not interested in sex when she gets home. For all I knew she could have been, and probably was, fucking some of the.