We guys were set up in a suite. Double single beds and a couch that made into a bed.Saturday morning we made the trip in Baxter’s SUV. He dropped th... wives off and we went to our hotel and checked in.We spent the day shopping and visiting casinos. Baxter’s wife had said no booze, so we didn’t bar hop.We all got together for dinner at The Keg and then went to our separate hotels. Once in our rooms, we all changed into swim wear and made for the pool. After an hour, Baxter and I went up to the. It was also an ace of spades in solid black. It wasn’t large but with her bare feet stretched out towards the pool, it was clearly visible to anyone that glanced down. I had noticed a few men looking at my wife as they passed by.Maggie didn’t seem to mind. Her confidence had grown, and I liked this side of my wife. She was more comfortable with her body. I guessed this is because of all the attention Michael had given her body. Every inch of it.At least Maggie had returned after her week as. So much for an after suck drink. I was okay with that shit, I was a guy, kind of, and understood the after cum hostility when in these strange situations. Watching all the couples walking around the complex was depressing and so I figured hiding in the room was best, it really was growing, the anxiety of where was Terry, what was she doing, again the absurdity of hoping she was fucking, as opposed to having fun with Dan out of the bedroom. It is impossible to count the revolutions of a. Seconds later his cock was in my throat. Some of John’s cum went down my throat and the rest of it went over my face and chest. Then he carried me to the shower and we shared the space as we showered, John carefully washing all around my pussy. Then after he dried me John carried me back to bed where I spent the rest of the day.Thankfully, by the time John cuddled up to me that night I could feel the first signs that I was starting to heal.The rest of the week followed a similar pattern except.