All the while feeling my cock harden. Naturally I reach down and stroke it while these images run through my mind. I imagine what her breasts must loo... like without a shirt and bra on. I began to stroke faster. Taking her nipples into my mouth and gently sucking on them and giving them a nice little nibble. I began to wonder what her pussy is like. Is it shaved? Is there a line? Does she have a small patch? I stroke a little faster now. I envision a nice landing strip and began to eat at her. I smiled...smiled big... If I can't watch my wife with another man I can share her this way. I turned on the TV and noticed that there was no picture. I looked behind the unit and realized that the cable had not been hooked up. “What are the chances” I asked out-loud “that the maintenance guy who put this TV here would come up if I called the front desk and told them it wasn't working?” I knew I wanted to see the face of the man who had for all practical purposes been in my wife's. I moaned as the pumped his finger in and out of me and he grunted his approval before quickly withdrawing his hand making me whimper with need.“You are such a needy little slut, already all hot and wet for Daddy,” he sneered as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock and stroked it several times bringing up a glob of pre-cum. “Suck Daddy’s cock like a good slut,” he commanded. I was desperate to taste that delicious fluid oozing from the thick head and could not get my mouth on his. She said you wouldn’t care.”“I know. I heard her.” The hollow feeling from that afternoon returned and left me feeling sick to my stomach.“I can’t talk to her with everyone watching us. Can you tell her?”When I nodded, the fucking coward hugged me. “I owe you,” he said.“And I’ll collect someday,” I said as he let me go. He nodded and walked away.Bethany was sitting in our usual spot when I got to the lunch room. I guess she saw something on my face because she flushed and wouldn’t meet my eyes.