I parted my legs and he held the wand close to my pussy. Doing this turned him on and his cock got hard. I let go of my stream and I accidentally piss...d on his hand and he naturally thought was I actively trying to piss on him. He said,"Just you wait. I'm going to piss on your tits and watch it stream down to your cunt."I asked,"Do you have to piss now darling?"He said,"Yes but I can't piss with a hard on."I said,"I'll take care of that."I then started stroking my husband's hard cock then. I was in a complete party because my face was directly in front of her armpit. It was drenched in her sweat as she was sweating profusely. I was just wondering how good is her choice. Because the perfume she wore was giving a very sexual aroma by mixing in her sweat.A drop off her sweat just fell on my nose from her forehead. I wiped it with my fingers and placed them on my tongue. She was really salty and horny. While I was doing this mischievous activity, she caught me red handed. I was. We wore burqas past all the hotel security cameras. Only one can see us now, but it's at the far end of the hall. Marta screens me from that as I remove my burqa and quickly don my ball mask. I knock on the room door and when the door swings open, I delight at his look of surprise. "Good evening, Sir. Your loving wife sent us. May we come in?" We don't wait for an answer. I open my trenchcoat to reveal my naked body and push my husband backwards into his room, hugging and kissing him as we go.. Then I saw her, sucking on a soda, hand in the air flagging me down for a jackpot card, her massive jugs heaving with each wave of her *ringless* hand and baby! I saw the light! She was massive, she was pretty, and once I stood over her and looked down into that mountainous cleavage, I knew, without a doubt, that I had to make that lady mine.She fell for the flirting and even laughed at my stupid old jokes, but in no time, with very little persuasion, my charm had bagged me a date with Clarissa.