She began to slowly rock on his cock, grinding into him. Her hands clawed into her husband’s chest as she began to grind harder. She wanted to be pl...ased by the cock inside her loins. Lost in her dream of Jack all the while, she rode her husband’s cock furiously and without seizing. Nicole’s body rocked hard, her breasts bouncing as she took every inch of her husband’s cock, all the while dreaming that it was Jack’s. Her fingernails clawing into her husband’s chest as she took his cock in her. She reached up a sc****d a bit of cum out of her eye and opened those eyes and looked at me. The moment of truth made me weak in the knees. “How did you know that a cock rubbing cum all across my face was also on my list?” I am not sure if the release I had from ejaculating was bigger or the release that occurred when she said that was bigger.“I guess I shouldn’t have worn this bra”, she said at which point we both start to laugh. I mean it was one of the laughs that takes control of your. As a gentleman I walked to her door and opened it to help her out.She thanked me, and said that she does not remember that anyone had ever done that for her. During the ride, we had not talked much, just about the weather and nothing much else. We walked in and took in the ambiance, everything in Hindu style; Indian dressed people were greeting us and brought us to our seats.Lots of light weight curtains, colorful and separating the booths from each other and dampening sound because we could. What drives me wild about it, is the fact that I do not always know what the smile means. Sometimes her smile looks almost knowing. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes innocent.And it gets me hot and bothered.The other day, I needed to tell her something and when I called to hear where she was, she called softly and said: "I'm here - in the washing room". Knocking on the door again, I made sure that I do not intrude, as it is also the room in.