It was a two story hotel with a large pool and was popular with truckers and construction and other workers who traveled from job to job, worked tons ...f hours then went back to the hotel with beer and the pool and time to kill. I was there for three nights, and was bored out of my mind and focused only on one thing, sucking cum out of a cock I got hard in my mouth. The first day I just sat back and watched at the pool as guys came and went from rooms after work. The second morning I was leaving. Then I took the head back in my mouth. As I stroked and bobbed my head up and down in rhythm, I felt his cock grow harder, his head barely fitting in my mouth. I pulled back enough to use the tip of my tongue around the edge of the head, occasionally blowing across the tip, causing him to jerk up. I reached over to grab the small long vibrator, and I turned it on. I placed it underneath his shaft, right above the ball sac. My husband looked down at that, and said it felt really good. So I left. "Guys, I know I said we should not communicate with them at all, but we need some kind of a plan. I think we should get some professional help." You mean like a marriage counselor?" Bud asked."Well, yeah." Say," Trent interjected, "Remember how bad Sarah Tolliver was after those videos got out? She found a psychiatrist that she thought was just awesome. Said the shrink saved her marriage and her sanity. A woman. Would you guys be willing to pay for that? Maybe we should try to go as a group."It. This was odd because he wasn’t supposed to be with us until tomorrow. Typical of him and I knew that would ruin the lovemaking I had planned for the evening. Something cautioned me from rushing into the house and announcing my arrival. Instead I sneaked in quietly. I could hear voices in the living room and peering through the crack in the door, I could see Brett and my wife sitting side by side on the settee. Brett had his arm around Jennifer’s shoulders and was saying things that I .