Swati went down again to suck my cock. I told her to do it 69. She pulled my condom out and started sucking my cock again. This went on till I came ag...in and realized she loves Cumming in the mouth. Hmm.The car was getting too constrained for us and asked me if I have a place. We booked an Oyo room and headed towards the hotel. She stopped me in a store to buy condoms. And I knew it would be a long night for both of us. The moment we checked in and got into the room, she almost started biting. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon runs were gone, and she had her husband back.She reached down over the side of the bed, fishing for her "smut basket" as her husband teasingly referred to it. Instead of finding her trusty butterfly and dog-eared copy of Slow Hand, her fingers brushed across a flap of mesh, then caught painfully on a sharpened barb of a. Our physical relationship was relegated to time alone in our discreetly parked cars. It was hardly the setting for torrid lovemaking. Nevertheless, at the start at least, I was content with chatting with an exciting man, meeting occasionally, and enjoying a few sensuous moments with him, even if it was limited to our cars. We made out like teenagers and the moments we spent caressing each other’s bodies was a sensual relief from my boring marriage. Most of all, I delighted in taking Dan’s. We both agree it would be a good idea, and as we prepare dinner...cutting up the vegetables, sipping on our wine, laughing and just unwinding from our week, I tell you that I'm jumping in the shower just to rinse myself off before I change. To my surprise, you say "I'll join you in the shower."I get the shower running nice and warm. I step in and get my body all wet...you join in a few seconds after I've been under the water. We sensually and very romantically clean our bodies off. I massage.