. and why did it just feel right to lock lips and tangle tongues with him, when I was a MARRIED MAN!“Carlos, man ... wow!” I told him as we broke ...ff that steamy French kiss and I went to the john to relieve myself.Carlos didn’t speak, just followed me into the bathroom and began fondling my buns as I pissed, even rubbing his cock against my asshole. It felt great, but I still needed answers as to where I was and how I got there. I didn’t remember anything from the night before ... not yet .... She caressed the bulge in his shorts. She could feel him gyrating against her massaging hands. He hardening at her touch! She must be doing this right! “Hmmmm! Keep doing that Bella!” Jacob whispered. He was now slipping his strong right hand down her jeans. He could feel the frilly cotton panties he had so often admired from her back yard when they were hung out to dry. He kept moving his hand down, feeling the amazingly perfect bulge of Bella’s firm backside against his palm. Jacob roughly. “Would you like me to show you round?”“Sure,” she said. “But what about the desk? I don’t want to be any trouble.”“No trouble at all,” he reassured her. He raised his hand to his hip and pulled up a walkie-talkie. “Sid, can you man the desk, please?”A crackled confirmation came back over the radio. The attendant ripped off the ticket from the printer and walked out of the booth and around to her.He subtly caught a glimpse of her whilst pretending that he hadn’t just looked her up and down. She. “That was me. I’d been in England on business and I’d just played a game of squash with the guy I’d gone to see. In the showers, I noticed that he kept looking at me, you know, at my cock.“Anyway, to cut a long story short, I ended up screwing his wife on a semi-regular basis. I made half-a-million pounds out of that trip and I invested half advertising in swingers magazines all over Europe and the rest in building this row of shops and clubs.”“Quite a story.”“All that was ten years ago. Fair.