They were briefs and had a crusty film on them. I examined them a little closer and the crotch was hard and stained. I realized that they were covered...in cum. Since I didn’t recognize them, I wondered who’s they were. I started the wash just as my wife came home.“Hi Honey,” she called, as she came through the door.“Hi, I’m in the laundry,” I answered.She came in and gave me a kiss.“How was your day?” I asked.“Oh fine, very busy,” she answered.I bent down and picked up the panties and asked her. He sat there admiring the transformation she had gone through from the time he arrived home to now. Her smoldering brown eyes glanced around, breaking the spell he was under and he took notice of his surroundings. Besides the king to his right it was a pretty normal hotel room, furnished with a television set on the dresser with a loaded wet bar next to it. But what caught his eye was the glass wall to his left and the balcony that was beyond that. A slow grin spread over his face as he looked. “No, that is not why I called. Did you get a package in the mail today?”“Yes, but how did you…” she started to ask when it hit her that it was he who sent it.“Good, now when you open it, you are to follow instructions exactly,” John instructed her. “Deviate from the instructions in any way; you will be punished. Do you understand?”“Yeah, I understand, John,” Jazzy told John as she started to tear off the brown wrapping.“Excuse me?” John said.“Excuse you for what?““Not excuse me for anything,. We both stood up and again started to fondle each other like kissing and licking tongue, pressing her boobs, her round, and fleshy buttocks. She badly needed my meaty dick inside her, she was holding it and rubbing it over the pussy.I positioned her on the edge of the bed in doggie position. Her young, 36 sizes, round, fleshy and outwardly protruding voluptuous buttocks were right in front of me.I positioned my dick over her pussy and slid it up and down 4-5 times. She immediately sighed.