Lydia’s urgency was more acute this time, no doubt brought on by her recent experience. She let the water hit her clitoris and came almost immediate...y, riding the waves of pleasure until she felt wrung out. When she could breathe normally, she reluctantly left the tub and dressed, finding her way to the front lobby with more confidence than she had on her last visit. The receptionist looked up from her computer. “Same time next week, Mrs. Jones?”Lydia dug out her date book. “Actually, I was. It is already late at night and based upon the tight red dress and high heels she is going somewhere looking far more interesting than she usual outings. She flushes and mumbles an excuse about meeting some colleagues out for a drink. Based upon her daughter's expression she doesn't quite believe that but let it go regardless. If she only knew what was about to happen tonight. The drive to the hotel seems longer than it should, she assumes this is due to her nerves. Her heart pounds, hands. She leaned over him for a moment, obviously very pleased with what she saw. My wife lowered her mouth onto him. Her lips closed firmly around his thick head as she took him deeper. I was in awe– here was my love being filled with at least eight inches of his fully engorged manhood. She closed her eyes and guided him down her mouth. She then slowly lifted her mouth up his shaft and down again over and over. Her cheeks sucked in and I could see her tongue as it swirled around his swollen cock. Adjusting her position, she slid forward parting her thighs but found it restrictive, for what she had in mind, she finally kicked off her leathers from her restricted ankles, and gently began inserting her fingers into her womanhood, concentrating on the stranger pissing on the other side of the unlocked door, wondering what he would say if he knew she was there doing what she was doing.She closed her eyes and built up a rhythm, her neither excited by what she was doing and where she was doing.