I knocked again, and this time i heard two voices simultaneously say "occupied". Thinking that was a little strange, I waited by the door for a chance... to see who was in there. About 5 minutes later, the door flew open and a huge man stumbled out, buttoning his pants as he walked away. I looked inside and saw another, much smaller, sexier, guy by the sink with his shirt off washing his face. I pretended to clear my throat to get his attention. He slowly looked over, and i shot him a wink and. But it wasn't his cock. It was Paul's, one of her boytoys. A young stud, a decade and a half younger than him, with ripped abs and a 9" cock. It was a perfect view on camera. Watching his big hard cock pound his wife into oblivion as she panted to the camera how much she loved his cock and how big it was, and how David would never, ever be able to come close to pleasing her like this. How his cock was useless to her now. It was too small, too boring, too laughable. She was a beautiful, sexy. She soon got an orgasm and stopped humping for a while. We noticed the marks that I had left on her boobs. She was moaning so loudly that I guess the passersby would have surely known what was going on inside.I suggested that we should go to the hotel as what we just did wasn’t safe. She was still horny as if the lion had just tasted blood and wanted the entire flesh. As we were in the lift, we lip locked till the lift showed 7th floor.As soon as I closed the door of the room, she pushed me. Of course all she could think about was Christmas before that but as soon as that was over all of her concentration was on that ‘Swinging New Year’s Eve Party.’She made an appointment with her hairdresser to get her hair touched up to cover the gray, to get it trimmed a little, and to get it styled. She also had her fake fingernails filled in and she got a pedicure too.Then for no particular reason she decided to get her legs waxed instead of shaving them herself. While she was there the wax.