Friday rolled around, we checked into the motel around 4PM it was a rundown place right off the freeway close to a truck stop our room was in the back..., if no one showed up I thought we could get some truckers to fuck her, my wife said she was going to shower and get ready, I told her I was going to get some beer and drinks, as I left I pushed the bathroom door open and pulled the curtains open a bit hoping who ever walked by might see something, I texted Joe to make sure he would be there. She had a white t-shirt that went down to her hips, and from there a tight light blue skirt started. It ended inches above her knees. I noticed she was all wet, no not in that sense. Her shirt was almost painted on, and I could see the bra she was wearing that matched with her shirt. She held two sandals in her hands that matched with her skirt and bra. ‘Anyone in there? Please I need some help’ she said pleadingly. I thought ‘what bad can come of this’ and opened the door. As soon as I opened. He captured my hands above my head, pressing them into the bed. Then, ever so slowly, I could feel him press. I expanded under his pressure. As he crossed the ring of my resistance, both of us groaned. And yet he still didn’t plunge into me. Bit by tiny bit, his loving cock slid deeper and deeper into me. What I didn’t realize was that he was watching me. In the crazed state of desire, I hadn’t really noticed that his green eyes were locked onto mine. He was looking for my reaction. When he. When I removed it, a string of cunt-spittle hung from her opening to my toy, as though it were leaving a trail to be followed back. I then told Tony to count the blows. I smacked all around her snatch. So quickly did I move the riding crop that Tony had trouble keeping up his count. I tried to concentrate my attacks on her opening and gigantic clit. When we neared 90 Wendy started to cum. Ignoring Tony's ennumerating I beat her clit to ensure her orgasm. This was so exciting, beating my.