He felt his heavy member stir at the provocative sight while he grinned again, knowingly. "Okay," he said, "I'll tell her... only don't be too long, B...by, eh?"It was anger more than guilt that had churned continuously inside Ken Wilson since his infidelity with Mrs. Keele, not that he hadn't felt a good measure of remorse at his spineless betrayal of his marriage vows, but the fact that the raven-haired woman had treated him as less than a serf ever since had made him realize the absolute. Her fingertips curled into the front of my waistband. The front of my briefs was tented out, my dick as hard as I ever remembered it. Jan tugged the elastic downward, dragging my briefs down past my dick. When she slid them to my thighs, I kicked a little and they slid to the floor. I stepped one foot free of them, looking down at the strawberry head at my crotch.Her angelic face turned up to me, grinning, as her hand touched me for the first time. I shook, knees almost giving way. She pulled. I had imagined her body at least 50 times that summer while in the shower or late at night. Reality was much better. She had perfect sized boobs for her frame, milky and freckled like the rest of her, with pale areola that had to be at least 3 inches across. My eyes wandered down her flat stomach to her soft red bush. "Hi, I'm lunch." She pulled me inside and we immediately started kissing, deep kisses, our tongues exploring the others mouths. I cupped her ass and it was just as firm as I had. I didn’t want to damage her marriage and had no intention of starting anything serious. She was going to have to help me with this. And as she smiled at me over her wine glass I sensed that she could and would.The hotel receptionist seemed to know exactly what we were up to and was careful not to pry. I had decided to stay overnight since the room would be paid for and I owed myself a day off.The room was bright with sunshine, even with the curtains drawn, but the air conditioning was good.We.