Offer a private, full body massage

"We could move this back to my room if you'd be more comfortable," Susan said. "I've got lotion and I could give you the full body massage you missed out on."

Sheila looked back at her for a moment, then down at her big hard cock and back again. She bit her lip nervously. Susan could see her trying to decide, weighing all the options. She loved her husband but she was pissed. She loved her husband but he didn't have such a big black cock. She was a faithful, loving wife who felt like she deserved more than she got at home but she had an out of touch husband who wasn't interested in her needs.

Susan identified.

"We can stay here," she said, continuing the massage. "It's okay."

The fuck it was. Susan suddenly wanted to fuck Sheila more than she had ever wanted to fuck anybody in her life. Partially she just wanted to forget about Jon and his Latino lover for a few minutes. The other part of her saw so much of herself in this woman that she wanted to give her everything that she had ever fantasized about.

"I don't know..."

"I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want," Susan said. "I'm just offering you a private massage. But we can sit her like this all day."

"Sooner or later George is gonna come looking for me," Sheila said. Her eyes darted back to the cock and this time she licked her lips. "If he sees us here like this he will be even more pissed. Maybe we can go back to your place...just for a massage, okay?"

"Okay," Susan said.

She helped Susan up and then gathered up her towel. They then walked silently across the sand as the other woman continued her internal struggle. She was weighing all of her years of faithful marriage against the biggest cock she had ever experienced.

As they were nearing the edge of the beach, Sheila suddenly gasp, saying, "There's George!"

George had just walked out onto the sand and was squinting towards the water, looking for his wife. He was a short, pudgy, bald man with a back so hairy it looked like he had on a fur coat. His cock was just a tiny purple helmet sticking out of a mound of unkempt pubic hair.

"Maybe I should go back..."

About that time a hot little barely legal blonde walked by him and he turned to stare at her amazing ass. It was not the casual kinda look one gave when they were just admiring the scenery, it was more the perverted leer of a man at a strip club taking in the dancers.

"Fuck it," Sheila said, grabbing Susan's hand. "He canceled my massage. I'm going to get my massage."

A moment later George faded from view and they arrived at Susan and John's beach house.