She put her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly.Mr. Dutt and Rashmi were sharing the same room in the hotel they were staying in. She was...flat on the bed, naked while he was kneeling at the end of the bed with her legs around his neck and his face buried deep into her mound.His tongue worked like a machine, going in and out rapidly and in between taking hard swipes at her clitoris. Rashmi was pinching her nipple with one hand while the other was on Dutt’s head, pushing his head. The way the fingertips moved as if not wanting to be obvious, yet keen to get inside and feel her lower down. He’d already felt her skin already been inside the waistband knew what to expect.There the tips of fingers were inside the band wriggling further in. Fingers angled downwards towards her pubis, legs, her private parts. She focussed on her husband’s neck. She didn’t want to look around her. Didn’t want to risk another lewdly mouthed kiss from someone she was trying to be pleasant to. She. I knew he felt my hardness as he moaned louder. His eyes weren't golden anymore, but a more heated darker color. He placed a shaky hand on my belt, and rubbed circles over my covered manhood. Damn, my cock felt like it was choking in the cotton material of my trousers, but before I decided to do anything about it, I moved my hand from tweaking Micheal's nipples to grope his crotch. Sure enough, he was affected by me more than he let on. I tugged at his dick through the material as he covered. I’ll need to do the best I can.There was only a limited room around the sink, and we kept brushing up against one another. It was innocent, but when she turned, I could feel her rear rub against the lump in my pants. Nature designed us both that way – I felt tingles up my cock.She must have felt it too. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes. Fixed me with her stare. I couldn’t pull away.“You are married, but you find me very attractive I see.”I had to be honest now. “I’m sorry, but you.