Bill had the sound set loud enough to mask all the action in that back room where my wife was.His 8 inch fat cock was attached to a 220 pound 6 foot f...ame. And what turned out to be the theme of the evening = “fit athletes fucking a fit athlete”. Remember, the guys had seen my wife on campus, and at the strip club. They knew that she had run full 26.2 mile marathons in most states of the USA (later all states). So, all three saw her as an athletic fuck muscle. The first guy was only the start. He was admiring my hair, and began to stroke it with his hands. His touch was so sensitive and light that I shivered. His hand came down and on the way brushed against the side of my breast. I felt my nipples hardening, and began to feel very warm and wet down below. He complimented me on my top and once again his hand raised to stroke it, which I let him do. I didn’t normally appreciate such quick advances. But with him it felt so right. After a short time of this he asked me if I wanted to go. Mr. Bellone will be with you soon." Thank you. Can I park my suitcase somewhere?" Sure, I'll keep it safe for you." The girl took Terry's suitcase and stored it in a closet behind her desk.After about 20 minutes the door to the executive suite opened and two men walked out through the door. One was a tall man who looked to be in his early forties, nice build, black hair with just a bit of gray showing, blue eyes and a killer smile. The other man was younger, maybe 30. He was also tall, probably. I peeked out of the bedroom door so that I could catch a glimpse of what he looked like. He was a tall white gentlemen about 6’ 3”, kind of husky (not athletic, just husky), and dressed kind of plain, so no big deal I thought. They both sat on the couch and began small talk and minor introductions. She told him that she wanted to go check on something and she’d be right back, so she came to the bedroom and gave me a big kiss saying, “It’s going to be alright dear.” That seemed to settle my.