No point in lying

"Yes I did fuck your wife in the ass," Rick said. "It was fantastic."

"Honey, I'm home," Tam announced. She pulled the condom from Rick's dick and then tossed it to her husband who caught it and brought it to his nose.

"Looks like you bought yourself a toy while you were out." Her husband was a white guy of about thirty. He looked like he worked out and stood at least six foot six with biceps as big as coconuts and a head that sort of merged onto his shoulders with no actual neck. Rick couldn't help imagining someone that big boning the little Asian woman he'd just enjoyed. Not that he was normally into sharing but hey, he was her husband so Rick figured he had some rights here.

"This is Rick. He's my new masseur at the gym I'm joining."

"Arnold." The husband held out a hand.

Rick stuck his hand out gingerly. It wouldn't be a complete surprise if Arnold decided to emulate his terminator namesake and rip him to shreds. He certainly would have tried it himself if he'd ever caught any of the guys he suspected were banging Jan when they'd still been married. Instead, Arnold met him with a firm but gentle shake, as if he was consciously restraining his strength.

"Bet yo worked up an appetite," Arnold continued. "Want to come in and have a bite?"

"Do you have time?" Tam added.

"Uh, yeah, I think I'd better get back to the gym. A lot of prep before we open for business tomorrow or, actually, later today."

"If you say so." Tam moved closer to him, giving him a kiss on the lips and a squeeze on his dick. Which is when he caught Arnold sliding his hand along his own dick. Damn, what kind of relationship did this pair have.

"I'll see you at the gym," he said.

"Can't wait."