That night I listened to them do their bathroom routine, then heard muffled talking and giggling. Then I heard the sounds of clothing being shed, the ...queaks of the bed and the occasional grunts or moans. It was hard to hear the sucking sounds, but occasionally I thought that's what I heard. I certainly imagined her using both hands to stuff his veiny meat into her mouth, both of them groaning with pleasure. The sounds of fucking were clear--the slapping of his hips against her ass, his balls. My wife even helped choose Cindy because of her background and what I needed on this trip.It was perfect. My wife even corresponded with Cindy to make sure that she had my itinerary, hotel information and my contact details.Cindy had not seen me for 7 months and I was not going to let her simply run into my arms. Maintaining control was necessary and rules had to be put in place. She was to pick me up every morning, drop me off every night and attend every meeting to take notes. What ever. She began moaning, "That's it baby, that's it. Fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck your whore. Make me cum baby, make your slut cum" and then she had an orgasm and thirty seconds later I had mine. I rolled off of her and turned my back to her to indicate that she should leave me alone, but she moved in next to me, put her arms around me and said, "I know you won't believe me, but I do love you and I don't want to lose you."Yeah, right, I thought as I tried to fall asleep.Daphne was still sleeping when. I had lost interest in their reactions when his mouth closed on me and what felt like an improbably long and almost prehensile tongue wriggled its way into my depths and there was a rumble of approval as my back arched and pushed my sex into his greedy mouth accompanied by a loud “Aaaah!” of pleasure.This was going well.I confess I was panting a little when he stood pulled me down the settee onto my back and quickly climbing between my legs, pushed fully into me; his pace was hurried and I.