I told her I would take the lot, and she smiled and said great. I asked if she had change, and she said she would have to run in the house and get it... Woohoo!I knew I wouldn't have long, but my cock was already poking a huge tent in my shorts and with her out the door I went ahead and got my first sniff. Yeah you can still smell that sweet teen pussy through the laundry fragrance. Damn right. I quickly popped my cock out and rubbed it against the cottony gusset while I looked back towards. I finally got that quick kiss and wished her good luck. I knocked on the door and thankfully it was Trevor that greeted us. He said hi, welcome, your right on time come on in! Trevor leaned over towards my hooker wife and gave her friendly hug and a quick kiss on the lips. He turned to the guys and introduced me as the stripper’s chauffeur, her designated driver/escort for the night. Then he took my wife by the hand and walked her further into the large suite. He introduced her to the guys with. She leaned her body against his and pressed her lips along his neck. When he reached his other hand behind her and squeezed her tight ass, she arched her back and pushed against him even more.“Is that your problem?” he asked as his hands slid under her small tank top, “you just need to be fucked?”Before she could answer, her shirt was over her head and joining his pants on the floor. Christy moaned when his hands slid back down her body and over her hips. The sensation of his hands on her skin. Immediately as he did so, Lindsey’s stomach muscles contracted with pleasure at the unexpected touch. Knowing that her own release would trigger that of her husband also, Lindsey pushed off from the armchair and stood vertically, reaching up and backward to grip the back of her husbands head to keep herself pressed tightly against him.With her chest fully exposed, Lindsey quickly felt her husband’s hands move from her belly to her breasts, cupping them tightly, and she heard a moan of pleasure.