.feel my fucking cock in your hot pussy....oh shit...shit...shit!!"The more we talked the louder and more desperate we sounded, fucking the hell out o... each other.Rocking, pushing her ass back against me again and again, "Mmmm I want to feel you cum on me....pull it out and spray me.....jerk your cock for me, babe."Hearing her say those things drove me wild and I slammed into her butt as hard and fast as I could, grunting and groaning.Then I felt it starting, felt myself start twitching and. Dressed in just a robe you answer the door and find it is your bell boy again – he smiles at you and brings in your food and drink and asks if you need anything else – oh what you would give to have this 20 something lad servicing you but you smile politely and say no thank you. He goes to leave and sees your clothes on the floor, here let me just tidy this and the embarrassment sweeps over you as you look at the mess you have made in this lovely room. You try to stop him but he has your blouse. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had just watched my wife of two years take another man into our room, right in front of me. I wanted to say something, anything. I wanted to scream, to yell, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you, stupid bitch?” But my shock had momentarily deprived me of the ability to speak. I could only stare uncomprehendingly at the door to our bedroom with my heart pounding and my throat constricting.Susan’s voice became loud… her cries of lust were easily. Another mark 'against the puritanical school bard.But Liz had a trim waist he would love putting his hands around, boobs obviously, big enough for any man, even one having a thing for good-sized tits. And her face was a classic sculpture, It was offset just right with the black hair flowing all around it like some dark halo.He wouldn't mind sticking it to this broad at all. But she had always seemed so stand-offish. Not a prick teaser, but just distant. It was a pity to waste good material.And.