She gasped. “Yesssss,” she hissed at me. “Check it out.”She took my hand off her tit and moved it down to her thigh. No stockings; it was bare... She let go, leaving my hand there, and pulling my face down to hers, put her lips to my ear and enunciated each word very slowly and clearly:“Check - it - out, Mr. - B. See - if - my - cunt - is - wet!”Oh my god! What an invitation! My cock was pressing hard against the picket fence that stood between us, but she must have known what an effect she was. He didn’t notice anything around them, he didn’t even care, all he could think of was how tight and wet her slit was, to him it felt like second skin. "Damn man, this is better than porn", she heard one of the boys say to his friend. The thought of herself as a porn star turned her on even more than before and he felt her incredibly tight pussy clench and then release more juices that flowed down his balls and thighs. She loved what he was doing to her and she realized she also loved being. We both parked the conversation when the lady on the TV was deliberating as to who to choose as her mentor. She finally went with Tom Jones, but for the life of me I couldn’t make out why she chose him.I turned back to face my wife. After some thought, she finally looked at me and concluded.“No, you’re right. It’s not true. Sometimes, you don’t even say you love me even when you get a blow-job.”I rolled my eyes and shook my head.“But – we don’t have sex that much anyway?”“Yeah, I feel tired,. And besides, why else did you come to my room, to watch TV?” So, here I am alone in a hotel room with my ex-wife of ten years, whom I’ve been divorced from for over twenty years, mellow from numerous drinks wanting to stand and throw her on the bed. I slowly set my drink down, stood, took Brianne’s drink from her hand before I pulled her into me and kissed her sensually on her mouth. After taking turns sucking each other’s tongue for a while, I broke away and through a smile said to her, “As.