He knew my wife and I were a package deal, in that I would be there with her at the start. My wife and I both agreed, however, that once we felt it wa...s safe, I would go and wait in the lobby. This would be the first time my wife fucked another man without me in the room, not to mention the first time she would fuck for money.My wife dressed as he requested: a classic black cocktail dress, black thigh highs, and heels. We arrived at his suite on time and we had drinks and made small talk.. He then tells her to hold her breasts together. She looks up at him furiously but excited with she nostrils flared. He inserts his member between her breasts and pumps furiously in them. She grunts and curses as his member strikes her chin. She turns her head away and sees him through tearful eyes in the mirror. He withdraws and tells her to have another cigarette. She fits a cigarette into the holder with trembling hands, lights it and puffs. He watches her swollen chest heave in the mirror. I think she liked the look of it as I pulled them down; there's an immediacy to it: the flap of the jeans hanging down; first, the base of it; she catches a glimpse of its width, the bulging vein leading from the top; I'm pushing my jeans lower and I can feel the harsh stitching riding down the side of it; I can feel the dampness of the air outside envelop my scrotum, I can feel the coolness running over the smooth skin; they drop lower still; then, the slight pause right before I pull them. You pass by my bedroom and see me lying there on the bed sleeping. You watch for a little while, trying to decide if you should come in or leave, your mind running in circles. You know that if you walk in things might get out of hand and might change our relationship, it's always a huge risk. You quietly walk in, meaning only to watch a little while and leave quietly, but as you watch you can't resist coming closer... you start getting a little nervous as you get closer to the bed but you.