We tookour time to relax after good sex, and so many orgasms that I had.We talked a little, and I came to know that he was married. His handswere on m... boobs, and he loved playing with my erect nipples.“Where are you going?” I asked when he got out of the bed.“I need to send some emails,” he said, sitting down on the couch infront of his laptop.“Should I leave?” I asked.“You can stay if you want,” he said with a smile.I smiled back and kept lying in the bed. I was thinking to get fucked byhim. I wanted to see her body craving. I then rubbed my hands over her pant. I unzipped her hot pant and inserted my hand inside it. She was already wet there and with the first touch of my palms over her pussy lips made her shiver. I fingered her with my right hand. I made sure I was gentle and slow and my left hand were caressing her nipple. Expressions seen in the mirror showed her carving towards me for the moment, craving towards my touch.I turned her to face me and we kissed again. Now no. The IRS kindly afforded us a big return so we decided to splurge. We were doing okay at a time when the rest of the world was in dire economic straits, so we said ‘what the hell’. Throwing caution to the wind, I made a call to our travel agent, packed up an overnight bag and we hopped a plane to the neon city of lights. Wanting to use most of our money for gambling we skipped on a suite and opted for a tiny room at an off boulevard hotel. It didn’t matter. All we needed it for was sleeping,. Grabbing a beer, I sat where she had been sitting and tried to figure out what had just happened. A bit later, I heard her steps receding down the hallway with the hum of the wheels on the suitcase followed shortly by the ding on the elevator. Sipping the beer there in our apartment, I tried to figure out what had gone wrong. I gradually got over it the next few weeks … mostly. About a month after she left I received divorce papers in which she asked for damn little. Turned out the guy owned.