As Kay lay there, she thought about the few fetishes she did have. She was a little cum-slut for her husband and she craved his creamy spunk every tim... she turned around she found herself wanting more. She also had a penchant for wearing garter belts and stockings that came mid-thigh. Those were normal enough but there were still two that she hadn’t shared yet with her husband.As Dan slipped out of bed he jumped directly into the shower and started washing himself off. His hard-on refused to. I was just about to take off my shorts and hop in when I heard a quiet tap-tap-tap on the door. I looked out the peephole and it was Sara with a white hotel towel around her neck and shoulders. She was still wearing her two-piece bikini.She asked me if she could use my shower because hers wasn't working right and the water didn't get warm and he doesn't like cold weather, cold showers, and the maintenance guy was going to come by in the next 30 minutes to check it out. She said she really. Peelinghis foreskin back confidently, Jenny leaned across hisseat and sipped a drop of moisture from the tip of hisglans. Her tongue snaked out and laved around his cock-head. He put his hand on the back of her neck, feelingher breasts pressing into his thigh. Then her lips open-ed, and he felt himself engulfed in warmth and softnessas she lowered her mouth onto him as far as she couldgo, opening wide to accomodate the girth of his strain-ing erection.There was a moment of stillness before her. " My voice was low and faltering. I felt so embarrassedand inadequate. "Make you come." Why can't you make me come?" she continued inexorably. (Oh, how weboth loved this. I knew she was wet.) "You're my husband. Aren'thusbands supposed to fuck their wives and fill them up with hard cock?"She put her toes under my chin and lifted my head up so I was lookinginto her eyes. "Why can't you please me?"My eyes were filled with tears. What was happening was immenselyintense as my humiliation and hurt.