"Looks like we have a bit of an audience," I whispered to my naughty partner in crime. He followed my gaze and laughed to himself not caring. The cred...ts were soon rolling and we then each headed into the restroom to clean ourselves up a bit before driving back to my place. As soon as we were in my door, I started taking his clothes off as we walked hurriedly to the bedroom. Fuck I was so hot for him, I could feel my cum dripping down my leg as I took my clothes off and tossed them on the floor. I suppose it would be best if I go back to the beginning and explain why I was in the hotel bar that evening, in the first place.Well to be perfectly honest with you, things hadn't been what you'd call completely right between Karen and me for about two months. Oh, up to a point, she was as loving a wife as she had been all the previous eight years of our marriage. Okay, sex had never been very high on Karen's list of favourite pastimes, but once she got going ... well, I wasn't going to. Jane had decided on a dress for the evening, one that was cut rather low in the front to allow a good peek at her cleavage, with a flowing skirt line and a hem several inches above her knees. I asked what she thought appropriate for me to wear, already having decided, but wanted her opinion anyway. She suggested “a button up shirt, one that she enjoyed the fabric and cut of on me, and the dark lightweight slacks, the poplin ones.” As I had expected, our decision was unanimous, the outfit. I want to pull her hair and watch her eyes, as she struggles for breath while my cock is face-fucking her dirty mouth like it’s just another cunt.I would put a leash on her, and lead her, make her crawl on all fours, like a bitch in heat that she is. I would force her to kneel and worship my feet as I put my foot on her head, to make sure she knows her place. I would let her rub her insatiable cunt against my leg, and watch her as she squirms and begs for more, begs for the real thing as I hold.