I stayed outside and tried to peep inside from keyhole but couldn’t see clearly. I could see my wife’s clothes on the floor and her muffing sound....nd now all of them were cheering and I could hear cries of my wife. They had carried her to bedroom and I slowly entered the room with my keys and stay hidden. The bedroom door was slightly open so I could peep inside and see that my wife was naked on the bed and Shekhar was trying to make her suck his cock.She did not co-operate so Shekhar closed. Is it true what they say about the ... er, bathhouses?"And suddenly, Huysmans had his inspiration for a story.The American walked down the cobblestone street as a dusk sky rapidly soaked up the spilled India ink of night. The cheap plexiglass sign announcing "HYTL NPRYMKCHK"— Hotel Nepomuk—was a blemish on the much older stone building behind it, all orientalist curves and filigree. The place he was going was not a hotel, and it certainly had nothing to do with St. John of Nepomuk, whose. You know I love watching you work, Jax.’ I watched him swagger up to the stage. A young blonde stopped him at the foot of it. He gave her a disarming smile, she responded by running her fingers through her hair and laughing at his comment like it was the wittiest thing she’d ever heard. I immediately hated her. I had no reason to be jealous, it had been over a year since I had last seen him, and wasn’t contemplating seducing him back. Too much hurt for that. Jax must have felt me studying him,. As their lips made contact, his body went into shock. He didn’t dare move, didn’t breath for fear the kiss would end. The shock began to fade and his body began to respond to her kiss. Her hand came up to stroke the side of his face. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips parted and he looked her in the eyes again. ‘Not that I’m complaining, but why’d you do that?’ he asked in a low voice. ‘I just wanted to see how it would feel,’ she replied, letting one hand drop onto.