And of course her flight was late and when they got off the plane at 10 o’clock at night, they were miserable due to sitting on the plane and no... eating since lunch.As they were walking towards us, I could feel my anxiety level rising, so I tried to think about something that would ease my oncoming pain. Sex. Yes thinking about sex usually would do it. My mind wondered off thinking of how many times I could get sex this week for payment of dealing with this situation. I was thinking of. She was moaning and moving her hips in a good rhythm. We were so busy that we had no count on time.Then she entered my undies and started stroking my tool. I was full erect by that time and wanted to get a blow job. She first hesitated then agreed and gave the best blow job in the world. Umm the way she sucks cock is just not less than any porn star. I was squeezing and pinching her nips. She was getting more excited and I told her I’m about to cum. She increased the pace of the blow job and I. I jump on the bed after that, I slowly make my way down to her clit and once I get there I start to play with her folds of her labia, I then pull back her hood and start sucking on it. She starts moaning and with her already being wet, I just work my 2 fingers in her, finding her G-spot, she gasps as I rock it firmly back and forth. She’s just churning white cream out of her and then she squirts alittle, just enough to leave a spot on the sheets. She pushes away my hand and fingers grabs my. She chatted with them and finally agreed to something. Then all walked away from the front of the bar. I waited just a couple minutes and then went outside. No sign of all them…I slowly walked up the street, until I came up to an open grass area, used normally as a parking lot. It was very dark there, but I heard some voices…I looked under the cars and saw just some pairs of shoes.Then I walked closer. Looking again under the cars I saw two sets of trousers down around ankles with my wife's.