Dresses and pants suits draped over chairs. Socks randomly strewn about. Piles of underwear next to the bed. A clothes hamper in the bathroom stuffed ...ull and overflowing on the floor.So many very damp, musky, fragrant clothes ... all of which I would need to smell, many of which I would need to kiss...My penis was getting hard. Damn, I thought to myself. Already?"Beep! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt." My ears perked up. I carefully picked my way into what must be her study where I saw the fax machine. So I agreed it was time to meet the winner and she was smokin HOT I must sayI think she was in her late 30's with one hot ass we sat down in the resterantand hit it off big time and she was Flirtin hard. As we were chatting and having some drinkd I noticed she had a wedding ringso I asked "I see you are married she replied "yes" Im in town on businessand too have a little fun also she said I heard about the contest and I have always liked you since I was a Teenager so I entered why not and. Tom raised his head slightly and I guessed, while he was fingering her pussy, his tongue was working on her clit and sure enough, seconds later my wife’s body suddenly went rigid as her orgasm hit her and Tom changed position again, moving his lips back to cover her pussy. I heard him groan loudly as her juices flowed from her into his waiting mouth. That was also the trigger that set me off and I felt my cumm racing up my shaft then spurt into my wife’s mouth. She and Tom carried on sucking. To our amazement some of the same regulars were in and in particular Fred a 79 year old widower who we used to stand and talk to on many an evening.When we made our long time greetings, Fred always used to sit on a bar stool at the end of the bar that backed into a small room that housed the fruit machine it had no light as it was really just a box room, so no one really ever passed to go in their and play on the machine, so you could stand and lean against the wall facing Fred at the bar which.