“What?” I weakly asked. I knew what had to be coming but I couldn’t stop it. Another moans passed her lips as took both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and rolled them and softly tugged on her tender flesh. But when both hands cupped my ass cheeks I blurted out,” I’m not gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay to enjoy a little massage.”
I said no more as those big hands made me melt from their touch. As the movement continued I arched my back so his tongue could get deeper into me. Her legs flexed, pulling my tongue deeper into my soaking wet box. Slowly undressing her, touching her body as each article of clothing dropped to the floor. “A little,” I answered weakly. On entry my wife orgasmed again as my balls slapped against her shapely ass. In silence I lead her to our bedroom. When I walked into the house my wife would smile and tell me how good I was starting to look. I’m cumming”. Nudging me forward until I had to put my hands on the opposite wall I felt his hands part my butt cheeks and completely clean my crack. I was washing my hair when I felt two big hands massage my shoulders.
