I met him in the parking lot of the motel, already noticing a few prostitutes coming and going. I got really turned on (not that I wasn't already) whe... I saw a much older man get out of a nice BMW with a young woman dressed as a cheerleader. I let my mind wander about some hot role playing they could be doing, and hoped our room was next to theirs so I could hopefully hear her getting fucked, while I did too.When Mark showed up (he was about 10 minutes late), we went into the office together to. She gave a little smile and nodded. I knew what was happening. She wanted to watch. I figured she didnt want Chris to know so I stayed quiet and put on a show. It didnt take long before we were on the floor rolling and rubbing. I was kissing my way down her stomach, licking and teasing with my wet tongue, when I noticed Nancy quietly moving closer, just out of view of Chris. We locked eyes again. She miled and nodded her approval and I kissed my way lower, licking and teasing Chriss wet swollen. You know why. You know precisely why. It’s been nearly two years since we last even spoke with each other. Things ended badly. It’s hard to be friends, then become lovers, and then try to go back to being just friends. Especially when one of the lovers is married. So things ended. And now, two years later, all that are left are memories. You’ve moved on. You’re engaged now, in fact. I’ve moved on too. But I’ve never moved past the memories, and I wonder whether you, despite your silence for. She was smiling, her eyes not looking at the camera, but down, clearly enjoying the display in front of her, watching her man working his cock for her so many miles away. "Stop wanking Tony," she purred, "I don't want you cumming too soon." His hand, reluctantly, loosed its grip. The stiff rod pulsed, its purple head danced. I stood, transfixed. A familiar, urgent heat began to radiate inside me. "I got him into my flat Tony. It was false pretences. I didn't ask. I just unzipped his trousers.