I remember his face, darkly lit against the afternoon sunlight and the warm look sitting in his gold-green eyes before he brushed the hair off of my f...ce and kissed me; And I kissed him back, warm and content, here behind the bustle of civilization. Our lips parted for a moment as I smiled up at him. My next exhale had the subtle musicality of a laugh. “Sorry for not helping you up right away and pinning you to the ground and stuff.” He joked. My next exhale was a laugh, but the one that. Being a 40 year old man with not the best of marriages, you can understand why it didn’t take long for me to become a little aroused by my current situation. Now I’m not normally the kind of man that would take advantage of a situation like this…but that doesn’t mean that my imagination wasn’t at least having a hay day with it....“Well…what the fuck are you going to do with me? You gonna call the cops or not?” she finally blurted out....“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll let you know.” I said, almost. “Well, I don’t know if I am your type of girl, but it would be twenty dollars for me to come to your room. Fifty if you want to play with me after I am there, te hee.” “That is a lot of money, but why would you not be my kind of girl?” he asked. “Well that will cost you twenty to find out, te hee.” I said. We arrived at his floor and without talking we both exited the elevator and he went to his door. He opened the door and I stepped in beside him. “Do you mind if I have a cigarette?” “No not. "Beth says, "I have some in the refrigerator. I'll be right back."My wife turns to fetch the bottle and Ruth's hand is in my crotch unzipping my pants. She pulls out my cock, and begins to stroke it under the table. A couple of strokes and I'm hard. Her hand knows just how to get me that way. She's done it so many times in the past, but tonight there is not going to be time."Later," I say.She smiles at me and continues her stoking until my wife returns."Beth, dear, I've changed my mind. Could I.