It was easily twice the length of my husbands and thicker than my wrist. Hank held my head tight and shoved that monster into my mouth. He then began ...ucking my face. I wasn't giving him a blow job, he was literally fucking my face. I grabbed hold of his tight ass cheeks and immediately had another orgasm. This was better than any fantasy I could ever have had. Just then Hank lifted me up completely off my knees and laid me down on the hood of a junk car parked in the alley. He pushed my bra. We kissed passionately and then I moved down and fondled her breasts and sucked on her nipples. My right hand moved by itself, down the bed and found her cunt. I manipulated it and spread her juices around, then I pressed my middle finger up her vagina. Meanwhile Jeanette moved her hand and pulled my foreskin down and up; I quickly became hard.When she felt I was hard enough, Jeanette pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and then grabbed my prick, run it up and down her slit, then, finding her. I was just coming out of a meeting with the representatives of one of the companies when a stranger approached and handed me an envelope. "You're served," he'd said. I looked at him like he had two heads. My business associates didn't seem to notice as they had been preceding me into the lounge.I tore open the manila package and stared dumfounded at the contents: petition for divorce!Going inside, I begged off and headed back to my room. I made the call, or tried to, several times. No answer.. “Well, how about something else? Something stronger.”At that point, Brian, the Manager, came in from the restaurant and into the bar to check that everything was alright as she closed up.“You okay, Shaz?” he asked.“Yeah, fine,” Sharon said, looking at him. Then, when she looked back around for Stan, he had made his way to the other unlocked door and left.“You sure you’re okay, Shaz?” Brian asked, again. “It’s just, …I thought you really didn’t trust Stan.”Sharon looked quickly from the closing.