I was holding our camera in both hands. I knelt down on the carpeted floor of our hotel room, and watched, utterly fascinated, as Omar's balls could b... seen throbbing and pulsing---and it was obvious that he had transferred his sperm into my wife's vagina; and, believe it or not, but my pulse was racing excitedly as I watched!Omar groaned aloud, his cock remaining buried in my wife's pussy: "Oh, Mara. My lovely Mara! MMMmm---take my seed. Mmmm! HAVE MY BABY!"Mara held him wrapped in her arms. “Yeah,” I hissed. She made appreciative noises as wefucked. She whimpered and moaned. She grunted andgroaned. She clutched at the blankets and thrust herbuttocks at me eagerly. She put her head down on thepillow to further accentuate her position and to give meeven deeper penetration. My wife loved sex and I lovedher all the more because of that.“Unnnnng!!” I groaned and she returned my groan with oneof her own. Her voice was light and feminine compared tomine, but still. I should have moved closer to be sure I didn't hit a pole, and ... I should have taken my time and fucking aimed. "Shit, shit. Shit!" he half screamed.After he had calmed somewhat, "I lived through it," he lectured himself. "Learn from it, Dummy. Yeah, right. Learn or die," he continued the thought silently. Back at his rock/chair, he took out his straightening tool to work on the broadhead, his hands having finally stopped shaking. When it was as straight as he could get it, he put it aside. I sat next to him and asked if he knew how to fix it. When he told me he didnt I did the only thing I could. I licked my hand for lube, grabbed his cock and started stroking. He tensed up at first, looking at me, and then relaxed. He had a nice cock for his age, about six and a half inches long and thick enough for me to hold. I stroked him like that for several minutes with no progress. Then strange thoughts filled my head. I started thinking if he came as much as I thought he was going to.