I dropped to my knees slowly in front of him, whispering, "please, let me," looking up at him as I grasped his shorts and pulled them down, my head da...ting forward to catch the head of his still-soft cock as it popped free. I sucked hard as I slid my lips down his now-hardening shaft, my cheeks caving in and my nostrils flaring, my hands on his hips to help steady him as he stepped out of his shorts.His sweet, black cock felt and tasted just like I imagined it would. It tasted of the soap he'd. She said she hadn't really thought about it, so I asked her if she'd wear a really sexy outfit for me. As Kelly knew, this always meant any outfit with no bra or panties. With a twinkle in her eye, she told me she'd see what she could do.At twenty to nine, Kelly came out of the bedroom. She wore a short pleated skirt over what I assumed were her usual thigh high black stockings. She also wore a blazer beneath which was a low cut, semi-sheer blouse that buttoned up the front showing a good. Fortunately I keep myself fairly fit so once I reached a steady pace I was able to maintain it for quite a while and God she loved it. Her hands grasped my shoulders, back, arms, neck, hair - anything she could grab a hold of as she continued to moan with the sexiest look of total pleasure I've ever seen on a girl. I was ecstatic I was giving her the pleasure she so desired and this heightened my arousal to a point I thought I wouldn't last much longer. I think she sensed this and pulled her. “I... I don’t know what you mean,” I replied deliberately unconvincingly.“You’re her closest friend. Why is my wife going to a hotel bedroom at this time of the afternoon?I waited a few moments before replying.“She... she might be going to a meeting there.” It was a very weak idea and deliberately so. “She did say she was seeing a new client didn’t she?”Johnny grunted.“Call the hotel and ask,” I insisted. “It’s probably just a misunderstanding. She’s your wife; you can’t go on thinking these.