I knew him better than that. I couldn't believe how angry I was at the fact that he believed it of himself."That's only part of the reason." What's th...e other part?" I asked through clenched teeth, still seething.He must have mistaken my anger as being directed at him, instead of the concept of him assaulting me. He dropped his voice, and I could clearly hear the rage as he hissed through his teeth."Are you honestly going to deny that you were going to break up with me tonight? Did you really. But I told Ana I was not satisfied today with her oral skills; so I pulled out a chair and pushed my sensual wife to it, instructing her to bend over with her hands on the seat…This time she obeyed without hesitation. She pushed her bum out and my cock started to ache again inside of my trousers…I applied pressure to her back to keep her bent over. Anita moaned, obviously expecting a buttock spanking.I ordered her to spread her legs a bit more. I lubed my cockhead with my own spit and pushed it. Surprisingly this was not a problem for me I enjoyed it. That’s not to say the waitresses that leered at us when she kissed him at dinners, and the whispers of the nosy neighbors that got front row seats did not sting. It was not even a week after Beth’s video conference with me that I returned home from work to find Marks car in the drive. As if to further humiliate me I was forced to park on the road in front of the house instead of the drive way. As I entered I heard the unmistakable sounds. ”“Room service? I didn’t order anything.”“Your wife, sir,” the kid said, and blushed even more as he fidgeted a bit.“Oh. Okay, thanks,” Ron said as he walked on by. He wondered why the kid had seemed so nervous. He turned around to ask, but the kid was gone and the service elevator door dinged. He opened the door as quietly as he could, hoping maybe to catch his wife reclining naked in the tub, or maybe skinny dipping in the hot tub; that would certainly explain the kid’s behavior. .