After the birth of her second child wife was concerned about her figure. I asked her to go to fitness. She was looking where to go for a long time and finally chose a small club, where there were many of her collaborators. Wife willingly told me that a small club, sessions for four people, equipped with exercise machines. A small restaurant with deshem for two, a cozy corner of a finger massage without doors and curtains. Particularly, she admires coach-mature, wiry woman of indeterminate age with a strong, authoritative hands. I'm happy for his wife, but I'm not much interested. Classes are held three times a week and they were always the last group. Twice a week I took away from her classes, and the third she flatly refused, as she lingered on an additional lesson, and children need to be laid to sleep.
It lasted more than four months, until one day she called back and asked to come to the beginning of classes. The reason was that the three collaborators will not come, but for one session will be held. "This is for you to be free", said the husband. Everything turned out so as to tell me her husband. Here are just a novelty arose directly from the dressing room. "Mike does not wear. We deal only in shorts, or chert." Training was really interesting and very rich. "Now in the shower and sauna", commanded the coach. "It usually takes a shower with us", commented his wife. After 10 minutes into our souls came the coach, and called his wife a massage. His wife wiped with a towel and not putting anything out of the shower. I am not in a hurry and went bask in the warm water jets. Suddenly, the shower again entered the coach, "Faster. I do not do massage without observers. The more of these", she completed and published. I quickly dried himself, wrapped a towel and went to a massage. At the wall stood a row of chairs on one of which I sat. He looked around, stood in the middle of the Cabinet massage table, covered with blue sheets.
On a sheet lying on my stomach, my wife, naked and rubbed some fragrant oil. On the other side of the table facing me was a coach and massaged my wife. Particular attention was paid to the feet and the pope. Then the coach's wife offered to go back. Again fragrant oil is massaged in every inch of the body of his wife. At the time of rubbing oil into the chest of my cock sprang up under the towel, which could not fail to notice the coach. After quite a long massage, she leaned over his wife's ear and said something. She nodded in response. Then the coach, looking into my eyes, one hand was massaging the clitoris wife, and the other fingers into the vagina to masturbate wife. Wife she spread her legs as wide as possible and began to knead his chest. This continued until the climax, after which the woman helped the woman get up and pohlopola her buttock. The coach has to change the sheet on the table, and my husband pulled off the towel, his bed to a chair and sat, lounging, and his legs wide apart. It was my turn. Lying on my stomach, I felt something nov smell of oil and the strong hand of a woman engaged in my body. The back, legs and buttocks. "My husband, lie on your back", joked the coach. While I slowly rolled over, a woman came up to his wife and began to whisper to her. Then again, I was engaged. Fragrant oil, strong hands massaged my breasts, legs and thighs.
The woman turned slightly and began to look me straight in the eye with both hands, manipulating my cock. The rest was a blur, orgasm, cum on her stomach, a shower, a coach with us in mind, the road home, a crazy night. I had a lot of questions and the next night in bed my wife opened the heart a little. The men in the club's wife had never seen. Women's groups were formed from the same age. Engaged in shorts, and sometimes some very naked. In just a massage naked and all with iteresom watch as their next friend, who ends up vaginally, anally who. All go and only one of us is on a watch additional employment. What is this extra work because the spouse did not tell me.
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