What was holding her back, I was certain she felt something for me, I thought to myself.We walked back to the suite in the darkness, the dim moonlight...playing on her pale face, the wind flapping her silky black hair in the night air.It felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, my world turned upside down.I pondered over the thought of her holding back, something must have happened in her past.Was she scared of loving someone or scared to be loved by somebody.I just couldn't tell.Friday,. Liz was not amused. She told me to lick her face clean of my nasty cum. Of course I did it and then we went to bed. Liz seemed to sleep easy. I tossed and turned visions of James fucking Liz and my eating his cum danced through my head. Of course I was hard again.Waking to a new day and a new life I wondered what changes my wife had in store for me. As it turned out, not too many. I guess overall she was pleased with our life together with the exception of needing a real man to turn her loose. A moan of desire escaped her lips as she wrapped her hand around it in my shorts. "Yes, so big", "I want this!. I want it inside me, my mouth!, my pussy!!. GOD I need this please!!".I moved her to the edge of the bed and pushed her until she was bent over it, her breasts hanging down toward the duvet cover. I stood behind her and admired her backside, two perfect pillows with a crease down the middle. I could see that the back of her panties was pulled up between the cheeks, leaving the butt. She is just getting 600 for turning a trick, but since you and I are special, you get a little more.” I almost shit in my thong when he said a ‘cool 1,000.’ If you ever shit in your thong, you know that is not good. After a few drinks Roger took me aside and said, "I find you very attractive, why don’t we go up to my room?" I was surprised by his directness but it took the guesswork out of where things were going. I said, "You don't waist any time.