“I want you to look at me when you come,” he commanded softly and I opened my eyes to meet his before I reached my end. We shuddered and I clutche... on tighter as he smothered me in his hold and we came like that together, crying out each other’s name not caring who could hear us. We were way past that point. My knees buckled at the intensity of my orgasm and I knew I’d have fallen into the puddle of my juices, that I’m sure drenched the floor, if Daniel hadn’t been holding me up. His fingers. As soon as she closed the bathroom door I told "Dave' to get in the closet. Without missing a beat he got into our closet and was even brave enough to leave the door cracked so he could see into the room easy. The shower shuts off and in walks my wife in tiny terry cloth shorts and a white string tank top, ready for bed. Very drunk, I don't say anything I walk over a take her by the hand. I walk her over and lay her face down on the bed. I whisper in her ear. "Your about to get fucked" she just. I can nearly breath and I strait to gag and drool as my eyes water up. Through these sensations I hear the same masculine voice tell me: "Take it bitch, you need it." The head of his cock repeatedly pins my throat and makes me feel so overwhelmed and powerless. I start to feel scared, but the anonymous commanding voice somehow makes me feel more reassured and relaxed. I start to give myself over to the idea that I should just do whatever I need to do. I start to such the cock more proactively,. The last time John had visited they had fucked in the bar, the restaurant and even right here on the check-in desk. Jenny ran her fingers across the desk top, stroking the place where the sperm dripping out of her arse had permanently stained the polished wood, now covered by a jotter pad.Nobody else called her that: “John” Jenny replied with a slight tremble in her voice “I didn’t realise you were in town – and who is this gorgeous ch1ld? You’d better register – how long are you staying?”Most.