I needed a release but wasn’t sure how to get it. I guess I would have to wait until I get home. My wife thought the same thing. We were talking on ...he phone and there was a knock on my hotel room door. I told her to hold but she said just call her back when I finished with what we thought was the maid. I told her OK as I walked to open the door.To my surprise it wasn’t the maid but it was my wife! She was wearing a long coat and as soon as I opened the door she came in. I started to talk and. But going that far could be too dangerous, and besides, no one else really knew just how much further I thought I wanted to go. I'd wondered about it for years off and on. It wasn't that I wanted to be attacked down some dark ally on my way home. That didn't hold any excitement for me. It was the idea that a situation could be totally beyond my control that turned me on. I was used to being in control sexually and was perhaps even a little predatory at times. I was a born flirt and liked. He parked the car in the driveway and walked up the walkway to his front door. It swung open and Anne-Marie in all her radiance stood there smiling at him. "What a way to come home." He thought to himself as Anne-Marie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him."Wow what a welcome. Did you miss me or something?" Asked Mike as Anne-Marie released her hold on his neck."No. I always kiss a stranger that way." Anne said with a smile. "You ought to see what I do with the postman. She continued. We sat down for breakfast and he started telling me all that he did to her the whole night.“I’ve cum four times today and all of them deep in her pussy.” He told me how he couldn’t wait to open the door of the house. So he took her out of the car and he fucked her in front of the house itself. He exclaimed that it’s been an hour and gave me a remote asking me to call my girlfriend.He asked me to press the red button and I did. A moan emerged from the bedroom. He asked me to keep pressing the.