I tried to keep my cock hard to avoid further humiliation."Are you really that turned on just by look at me?" She asked. She moved her legs, making it...look like she's teasing her camel toes but she was actually teasing me."Yes." I answered and my dick got harder."Then I believe I must take responsibility for my causes." She said. She then gestured to me to come nearer. I did. And she knelt and held my dick. She started to stroke it. She kissed the head and started to lick around.The jaw. He insisted on helping me get her back to my room. I opened the door and thanked him once again, this time he looked at me and asked to come in. This was a bit of a shock. Not sure what he implied but I said yes please help. We walked my wife into the room and layer her face down on the bed. Thanks mate I said again, he then asked if I needed help undress her. This was a real turn on for me so I said sure . I put my finger to my lips in a gesture to keep quiet. We took of her shoes and unzipped. . My cock is almost fully hard. What really sets me off is thinking about her fill naked. In my bed. I excuse myself to the bathroom. Standing over the toilet, my fully hard penis in my hand, I start thinking about porn I've watched recently. But, my mind paddles it's way to Illiana. How soft her bright pink, round, hard nipples must feel. What it would be like to have them in my mouth.My hand moves faster and faster. Until finally my body jerks and the familiar feeling of blowing my load. Elegant, grey hair with just few dark ones, aqualine features and the figure of a woman who had obviously looked after herself. She was a stunner. Hubby provided a very good bottle of French red wine and we got to talk about each other. Helen held a job closely aligned to mine (connected with the law) and had spent that day working at the local Magistrates’ Court. Husband had obviously dabbled in many careers, including model agencies though I was told, they met long after that finished and.