“How could you say that? I am a faithful wife! It has never crossed my mind to cheat on my husband!” she growled. “Galia, I have to go,” I s...id and jumped on my feet. “Don’t you dare! Listen! I need to masturbate. But with my arms casted like that I can’t reach my private parts. I tried many things. When I bent over, I nearly touch it but my wrists are not positioned properly, besides, the casts are too heavy and my arms hurt badly from the exertion. I rubbed myself with the heel of my foot. I was momentarily stunned and watched as his hand made a circuit of his cock. Starting at the base, squeezing and then slowly rising to the tip where his fingers loosened their grip and circled the head. He would then grip it tightly and force his hand back down the length before starting the trip back up again. At first I thought it was this blatant masturbation that had left Sarah speechless but then I thought there is no way Sarah would be surprised by that, in fact it would probably turn. My guest stood there without moving; an astonished look of both curiosity and fear covering his face. Not knowing what else to do, he nervously began drinking his water. I dropped to my knees and grabbed his waist with both my hands to steady myself. I lowered my face into his soft thick mound of hair and smelled his crotch. The odor of clean man sweat, mixed with the lingering scent of fragrant body wash filled my nostrils and excited me, like a drug.I licked his large firm sack as I slid his. Her lips were all the enticement I needed to begin my journey. I needed to bring to her some small pittance of what she brought to me. Covering her lips with my own I teased her. Small nibbles here and pecks there as I threaded her hair with my fingers and held her head. I caressed her delicious body with my other hand, touching breasts and nipples, navel and mons. Oh to be Vishnu with four hands. I began by making love to her face as she had finished her worship of me with my face. Gentle.