My fingers had paused at my clitoris, to assure it I'd be back, but then slid down between my thighs, between my lips, deep down inside myself. I love... this feeling best of all, such control over my body, intimate and personal, private and secret, a part of me no one else really understood.As my now slippery fingers slid in and out, they slipped over and around my clit, in no hurry at all, enjoying the journey as much as the inevitable destination.My mind wandered further then. No more detailed. "Um, Nate, Gwen's not here." Shhh. I know. But I also know how needy you are." He moved his hands tomine, and pushed them against the tile, pinning me in place. I felt hiscock hardening against my back, growing longer and thicker. "And its beenover a week since I got to play with you." I struggled weakly."I'm not gay" I said. He laughed."Yea sure you aren't. How many times did Gwen fuck you last night?" Iturned red, which is really obvious on my pale skin. "Two times? Threetimes?" His. My wife looked my way.Drawing her male partner to a lounge chair she sat him down, sitting onhis lap and began kissing him, her bottom moving. Slowly grinding intohis lap, he broke the kiss and I heard him say, "You sure that dickheadhusband of yours won't be around, I'm getting a hard on." No, he's out of town, forget him." With you on my lap forgetting him will be easy," he grinned as hecaressed a breast, "fancy leaving you and the others in a place likethis."She drew her partner face down. He started to fuck her faster and harder. Her screams got louder and louder. Some of the cleaning staff nearby heard her, but she didn't care. She continued to moan in ecstasy, whilst pulling at John's hair slightly.He gently pulled out of her, and she dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her hand and began licking up and down the sides. John could hardly mask his moans of delight.Karen teased the tip with the end of her tongue, before taking him all in.John looked down and watched as she.