'Oh well, I guess it's your lucky day Jenny Irvine.' He took the unfinished sketch and signed his name, idly wondering how long before it would end up...on eBuy. He put letter and sketch back into an envelope addressed to his agent, who would then send it on to the girl.He took the next piece of mail from the stack. It was addressed 'The Occupier', the sort he would usually throw out without opening, but this one was different. The paper was of a quality stock. He turned it over and saw that it. "Just some weird old airport woman, I guess. Let's go home so I can show you how much I missed you." I can't wait," she gushes. "We might not make it all the way home."As the happy couple saunters away from me, I can't help but grit my teeth. I hate that bitch. Then I realized that it was just my jealousy coming to the forefront of my consciousness. She was basking in and enjoying the fact that she had a man who loved her. He loved her so much that being away from her made him long to be with. "Yeah, I do as i can't remember which way my hotel is?" She flashed me a smile and walked over to me,she said she was going in that direction so she would take me. I thanked her and we started walking.We exchanged small talk and she said her name was Melissa. As we walked i couldn't help but notice what a great body she had and the most amazing pair of tits i has seen in a long time. The way they moved as she walked had me mesmerised. I'm sue she saw me checking them out a couple of times. Oh God, I love this cock."As much as I hated to admit it, I loved hearing my quiet wife become some other man's cockslut."OHHH.. He's sliding his thumb in my asshole. I feel so FULL. Oh MY GOD, I'm CUMMMMING ... UGHHHH .."All intelligent conversation with my wife ended, as the phone line filled with the sounds of her panting. Chantal, who had obviously finished her task, came to the phone."Lee, so nice to hear from you. I hope you don't mind but we popped over to borrow your wife. You see, Mark.