Serene got upset but he quickly changed the conversation and told her he wanted to show her something. He led her to a quiet corner, she could tell he...was d**gged but unlike the others he was able to handle himself. He stopped turned around and lifted her up onto a side table that had a lamp and a mirror behind her for décor. She smiled. The music was faint but the bass was still throbbing.He positioned himself in front of her and had both arms by her sides resting on the table. Instinctively. As soon as he'd gone John clamped his mouth over mine to muffle the moans as his handiwork resumed at a slightly faster pace. Heat rushed from my core into every inch of my body as orgasm took over. My eyes closed, I was lost in the pleasure of pulsations, completely unaware of our surroundings.John's hand slowed and gradually stopped. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around in a daze. John wiped his hands and leaned back to sip his wine, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in. Her long hair was dyed auburn and tied back with a silver clasp. Her face was fuller than her photos and defined a little by her mid forties age. Album art had always depicted her soft focussed and indistinct and she'd done few publicity shots.She was one of those who eschewed the whole star bullshit and consequently had gained credibility on the alternative scene, and being completely ignored otherwise. She just wasn't a Madonna and never pretended to be."Got a light?" he mumbled as casually. Your husband is watching unfolding events with a broad grin and his usual stiff member waving in the air…you love to see it so again! There is a tap on the door, your naked husband opens the door to a young lad carrying a tray of drinks. He swiftly takes in the total nakedness of all, and the strong sexual atmosphere and smell. Joy! He has a very broad smile on his face, pure desire! Wait, though, you know him, he is the lad you fucked during the last visit to the hotel. He is smiling broadly.