Overview

I snuck the plug out of my pocket. It was heavier than it looked, bright shining steel with a blue gem on the hilt. I made sure it was well coated with massage oil. Then I pressed the tip against her a**.
 Do you know where your wife is? Mrs. J and I had been getting up to all kinds of trouble in my first lesbian relationship. The only problem was that her husband was starting to get suspicious. He booked a couple’s massage to make sure no hot, buff guy was putting his hands all over his wife. He never suspected that the one making her cum week after week was little old me... I should have behaved myself with him right there in the room, watching us. But I couldn’t resist sneaking my hands under the sheet. I thought I got away with it, but one of my coworkers caught me. If I want him to keep my secret, he’s got some demands..