“Hey, Becky,” I said.“I see he's happy."“Is he?” I said, looking down at my jeans, showing my erection, slightly.It was now at the point of ...o return. As long as I was getting some, I did not care. I looked up, and Juvenile’s “Slow Motion” played. Both Becky and Ashley knew one of my weaknesses: girl-on-girl action. So, Becky, using her dancing background, gave a lap dance to Ashley.Becky locked lips with Ashley for a short kiss. I wanted that kiss. Something about her was inviting to me.. I feel her hand wrap around me, squeezing me gently at first, then more firmly. I begin to rock back and forth, humping my cock into her delicate brown hand. That's when it all comes flooding back to me. My wife cheating on me. The intensity of her orgasm. That cock. That massive black cock.I start to push away from her. "Sharron. Sharron, how could you," I plea as I move.She grabs me, holding me close. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry, baby." You're sorry? Why did you... How could you..."Sharron grows. . I was in shock when Becky proposed this to me as well. But her reasoning, while maybe a bit unconventional, is fairly sound. Look at it - I am single with no boyfriend or other significant other in my life. You have a wife here that loves you to death and is scared to death of losing you. Why? Because she is too sick and too tired to make love to you the way she - and you - want to. And you, you are a man with needs and desires any man would have. She isn't doing this because she doesn't want. She was screwing the guy on a regular basis, and had learned that the majority of the hotel's customers were well-heeled people, corporate executives traveling on business, and pretty often on unlimited expense accounts as well. This was a number of years ago, I should say. Most of them were older men that liked the opportunity of getting laid in a strange city, particularly by someone young, classy, and discreet.Well, Samantha's fuck buddy Hal thought we three girls filled the bill. He.