“Tomorrow morning when your husband leaves stay in bed and leave the door unlocked. I’ll join you as soon as he is gone.” I ran back to our ro...om and only got there a few minutes before Harold arrived back from his meetings.After supper and watching a couple TV shows, Harold was in the mood for sex. As much as I did not want to, I begged off saying that I had had a very hard workout and wasn’t up to it. He assumed that I was saying that I spent the afternoon downstairs in the hotel gym. I. 'Do you want more? I don''t think you've made those boots your own yet'. Feisty was her middle name & Slut was her surname. I was sat in a leather chair & she decided she wanted to sit on my cock with her legs up on the chair. As she did this, her heels scratched my wall & I saw red 'Oh you're gonna pay for that'. 'How?' she laughed hysterically. 'I'm fucking your big dick'. She had no idea what happened before I stood up, her wrapped her sweaty leather booted legs around my back & I thrust my. There were no phony emotions in her touch and he shivered with that knowledge. She pulled away, flicked the kitchen light off and took his hand, leading him into her bedroom. He watched as she headed for the stereo, made a selection and slowly walked back to where he stood, the romantic strains of ‘My Funny Valentine’ filling the room. She looped her arms around his next and pulled his mouth down to hers, involving him in a deep kiss as they swayed slightly to the music. Gale felt as if he was. He was young, must have been in his mid to late twenties. He looked fit, a well-defined six pack with big pec’s and big muscly arms. Mum was really heavy and hard on his cock; I was sure he was going to blow soon. But they kept on for at least another ten minutes. I was surprised. Then Gary grabbed hold of Mum’s head, pulled her off and said, “Let’s fuck.” Mum turned around and bent over the bed. Fuck, I thought she saw me. I pulled my head away from the door very quickly. My heart beat out.